This Volatile Taxonomy

the categories we locate
ourselves in are porous:
pulse / horizontality / base
materialism / entropy—
the infinite un-
speakableness of the body
written in blood, excreta,
mucous membranes, pubic
hair: this type of alteration
(I am spotting) (I am unsure
of my direction) (I look at
my phone often) there is
no question of exhaustive-
ness (but we are exhausted
since) there are bodies that
have come from our bodies
& depend on (our bodies)
what is the answer to the un-
asked questions / there are
so many of them (something
we can find in lost space)
(something tucked) some-
thing parallel (my head
beneath yr arm & resting
on yr chest) the impassability
of the body’s own frontier
(skin’s the limit—& then)
(when you enter me) a line
or border separating two
countries (beyond which
lies wilderness) I am the un-
tamed thing, the weed or
rendering: but how could
we have presented [a happening] without casting it in concrete?
how could we have shown
[an infinite overproduction] without instantly betraying
or limiting it? (we are parents)
(we have lost so many things)