Helena Pantsis

bodily (ab)normalities

my body is plumbed, a vertical wasteland, comparable to a compressed chest, some grey weight cloudy and sleepless, against the gut which breathes of its own accord. a picture of health three tablets a day, my mother’s grip around my …

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Your father’s tie / has been untied.

Your father’s tie has come undone. Please tie his tie. Your father is unravelling, please take his hand and tie his tie. Your father is a machine. He is an engineer, he wears a dust coat and high-vis colours. Your …

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