1, IN THE COILS
[
The
invention
of skin
a preliminary
sorting when
what lies
dormant
recalling
the loss
between
opening was
a simple
mouth
]
[1.1]
Made in sand, ash or mud, we are clay | sheets assembled
a recruitment of parts volcanic: a rupture in the interiors | splintered
repeatedly the invention of skin | As the body brought her edges
steady, allowances given | for artillery a cartridge, ribbons, for tires |
And she proved ideal for parachutes, performed well
in surgery | where sutures join lips of a wound stitched | one
of the fastenings at the junction of two | immovable
articulations, skull itself
in sewing | lipids permeate gaps of agile, grasping
demands and feet | When she questioned the usefulness
of farming, a mesher made apertures, expanding nine times |
[1.2]
Where travelers tread, upon threat of oblivion | the land
of our ancestors where all the bones are: the earliest comprehensive
map | we move within
our limited range, keeping our young indoors | A skeleton
faltered | is a parchment: weathering | If
written, subtracted | molt four times and a shadow
mounting | reconstruction, which is critical | She was a collection
of bruises trying to heal themselves | a shallow
basket interwoven concentric, a fissure
near the mouth extruded | a matrix, for support | A lampshade
for baking | a spinneret subject to steam, a stifling yarn |