could not believe how much ice cream there was at yr funeral

the fever dream of yr death or the congealed skin of everything afterwards

the simultaneous facts of yr quote unquote body & the mass

consumption of ice cream

could not believe

how quickly you went from person to object

an object to record

to preserve

to display

Clarice Lispector asked if all objects are halted time

I guess we are all bodies in the moment

and objects in the making

and for future reference, please refer to me in all correspondence as the body.

dear, the body.

the body, hope this finds you well.

i look forward to hearing from u, the body.

sincerely in these strange times, the body.

my belief was something to suspend

from a meat hook

the ice-cream was something to do

with our mouths

yr life was something to flatten into a PowerPoint presentation

concise for

the purpose of ceremony

in yr eulogy I wrote about the heart as a way to describe any part of the body that feels

yeah yr absence is a wound to pick and pick along its edges

sometimes army ants get stuck in a continuously rotating circle until

they die of exhaustion

commonly known as a death spiral

I am urged to visualise the strange turn a dog makes

when it’s about to sleep

something cyclical about the way grief turns a person into

a butterfly

beating against

the ribcage of the world

I watch a YouTube video where the leader of Turkmenistan is doing

donuts around a flaming gas crater called the Gateway to Hell

to prove he is not dead

god

people

can be such freaks about life

never let me forget

the spectacle of the living

the spectacle of the dead