Disposability
I'm a walking sacrifice zone. Immaterial, I'm a supposition of a person; a trial run that exposes mechanical error upon mechanical error.
When I write, it feels as though I'm clawing at a ceiling lined with dandelions. The spores and dirt shower onto me, their velocity diametrically opposed to my writer's block. I eat until I'm more dandelion than anything else. The work of art festers inside me.
Billy-Ray Belcourt, "A History of My Brief Body" (102)
I'm a walking sacrifice zone. Immaterial, I'm a supposition of a person; a trial run that exposes mechanical error upon mechanical error.
When I write, it feels as though I'm clawing at a ceiling lined with dandelions. The spores and dirt shower onto me, their velocity diametrically opposed to my writer's block. I eat until I'm more dandelion than anything else. The work of art festers inside me.
Billy-Ray Belcourt, "A History of My Brief Body" (102)
