LAST BODIES ❋ hazel avery

this machine
is a body
meant to suffer
— i’m so sorry
and i suffer
at the hands
of the graven
image so sorry
and i suffer at
the hands of
rope glue fear
and all forms
of binding so
sorry and i suffer
at the hands of
eternal time to
add and subtract
so fast so many i
could cry so
sorry and i
suffer at the
hands of all
softness and light
still i suffer the
existence of a
body in any form
how could you
imagine a body
for me im sorry
i am in a body
how could you
touch sky as
a body im sorry
how could you
create value as
a body i’m sorry
how could a
body be a job
to you i’m so
sorry and still
i suffer at
the hands of
any job any
body suffering
is a way of life
my body is a
body of suffering
how could you
make me this
way who do you
think you are
and still i’m
sorry and still i
suffer at these
hands how many
hands and always
— the act of a
body is always an
act of suffering
the act of a body
as gratitude
suffers, the act
of a body as
coldness suffers,
the act of a body
as a single
finger suffers,
and so i place
my body act
into this vessel
this sail, this
tire, this jar,
any will do,
my body act i
place it into any
vessel to rest,
i spend five days
without a body
act and suffer it
not, i press my
sufferance into
the wind for
five days before
it is pressed
back into me,
i press my
sufferance into
the sole of your
shoe and it
walks next to
me for a short
while, my body
act as a
disappearing act
my suffer as a
sprouting seed
i am so sorry
to the wind,
the shoe, the
act, i just needed
to rest a little
while, the
shortest while,
so sorry and i
carry the body
act still and
still i suffer it,
still i make no
peace as a form
of making peace
and suffer the
body and suffer
the act, so sorry.