Practice

Matthias Kodat

Why is the sun so jagged
in your drawings Small dots
smell around me Like notion itself
All mortal affirmative Unable to turn
to our beginnings Instead she
encounters water Moan of water
Discontinuous subject Lord I have
no problem with my own immanence
I have joy upon joy in this ocean
therefore to choose impossible
Sweet index of blood Pooled
knuckle hollows Mere seconds
remain I am taken leave
of There is no cure
You fucking Sicko
It’s fogged again
and again The
language a
blushing and
arbitrary

part

to breed

us

Matthias Kodat is a dancer and writer living in New York. He has performed with BALLEZ, Ginger Krebs, and Forced into Femininity; and published work in the Zahir Review and Sixty Inches from Center.

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