eating paper, i rereread the letter
the words, the alphabet
the symbols and code
desperate calligraphy emerging at the interface between the paper stage
and the carving point of sharpened lead
in a concertina of ghostly sheets
i mull the deformed thoughts of a broken lover
the cellulose pulp that won't digest
forming moebial knots of fabric
in my ever shrinking organs
and wait for the full stop of the singularity
