Francesca Lisette



A DREAM OF THE CYBORG AS METAPHOR FOR THE HISTORICAL BODY CALLED LANGUAGE

I’m looking for a body written in secret lines, indefinable flesh gleaming upward A moment in the revelatory arc of disowning not-being. taut. Time passes by in guises, ducking & frowning, waving, holding out a cocked hat. where to start? …

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from Becoming

I. Writing. Out of the birth inamorata that shelters me. I: cleansed. I communicate from parallel data density socket. Eye: alright. Eye definitive K-Mart complex. I here, touched, where technology is abandoned. I, falling aboard. Eye rope in the primacy …

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