Oh to begin
What do I offer myself [this time]?
A Bathtub time machine: meaning an empty apartment, meaning a water library — literature and intention in bubbles that glide on brown flesh. The Bathtub is a portal: give yourself poetry and piping hot water on a Friday night. Wade at knee length. Stay for hot flashes. Keep the door ajar. Use the amber light of the book lamp & marvel at how strange text can read under unfamiliar colour. The conditions for reading are as varied as they are flippant.
Notes from the soaking:
According to string theory there are up to eleven dimensions. The zero dimension is a dot. A singular unmoving point that is fixed and without axis to travel. I was embellished with the flattest and most limited dimension on my left cheek. It sprouted at some point at age six and was hailed a beauty spot. My zero dimension, by context, becomes something that makes the visage more dimensional more interesting by its existence.
In the advanced dimensions (eighth to fourteen) entire going ons co exist in parallel and each reality runs unnoticed by the other. Universes produce one another. There is a vessel of some martian population adjacent to a skyscraper in 2020. Office workers take an escalator that overlaps a hovering fleet of winged things. Neither is any the wiser.
In this way wherever she went, though she slipped out of my reality she is microbial in all of me. She is subsisting around me and I continue on this axis without noticing her.
I have always been interested in quantum physics but now — it is the field of resurrection, of afterlife, of beyond, of parallel, of unknowable.
It is her address now.
Find her there.
Devi in training. Devi in training.
I am still an apprentice, novice. The earliest parts of the star.
Training myself via a shallow liquid cocoon, detaching from the Real Housewives of NYC (S8) and the virtual roledex of society fragments.
Accomplices:
A thermal bottle filled with chilled and mint infused new york tap water (filling the inside body with frost as the outside body simmers)
Seam by Tarfia Faizullah — reading cover to cover (I travelled with her and she allowed for this, more notes to come)
This Youtube breakdown
Maya Tiwari
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