Desire Path
  
The appendix drives a wedge behind the subject’s jaws. Pharyngeal, imperially 
inscribed. The appendix seems to call everything but itself by its name.

Stasis is impossible to hold on to and is unlucky. Change is the only constant and is 
lucky.1
 
What to make of chronic if not something
star-crossed?
 
The subject once writhed in waning warm water. It juiced the washcloth into its mouth. It 
sat in vessels, a tub or a lover. It expelled some laughter. It laughed a laugh that curled 
onto the shore like shorn paper. It watched the chariot ride in a straight line. It seemed
there was a before.
 
Buoyancy requires knowledge of the misfortune that befalls familial debts. Ore is 
inextricable from spirit. Was there a self before the knowing? It seemed there was a self.
 
On the long walk to extraction the moonlight glints the scalpel. The subject splays itself 
onto the table. 

The moonlight is not plenty. The moonlight is without end.

1. Alice Sparkly Kat.