Thursday, January 5
from NO WAY IN THE SKIN WITHOUT THIS BLOODY EMBRACE for Aleppo and other ruins
We drink up death with no glass spasm, ignoring all
the while however the taste of carcass. One car-
cass, two carcasses, some carcasses. We love taking
account, we are learning how to count. One hundred
people disappeared near here, a thousand killed over
there, three thousand collapsed in a distant island
cliff. It’s forgotten in a flash if it’s not forgotten
soon. We spit on life, skin history with the blades
of ego, we really only know how
to spit. (Jean D'Amérique, translated from French by Conor Bracken)