The braid and the bow


I braid because I have hands, a
nd they remind me of things t
hat my mind forgets.

    Hunger,

I have an insatiable appetite f
or unimportant gestures, u
nsettled desires

if you’re reading me, we’re complicit in disobedience

I do not make to finish so
mething but to rest it. to
say: here is the place w
here feelings gather.


    residuo, risiedo
I live in what lingers

what does a bow know about power?

   
    Present,

my form insists, a
lways offered,
never fixed.

    Loose,

I want my language t
o propose nothing
but movement.