SUTRA OF THE COMPUTER BODY
Talk to me
In night talk
We have different feelers
In the dark
An open
Space to detach
Sending them out
Through my forehead
My millipedes
On your electrical cords
Licking the drive
Saliva on their bellies
One by one
Find yours
Your black zero
Black zeroes
Say something
Both hands
There
X: awake?
K: Yes.
A spray
Of nerve endings
X: why aren’t you sleeping?
The darkness is full of language
K: I can’t. The usual. Restless.
Speaking lace Words wrap abstracted
X: me too. and tense.
Read the lace
Not the words
K: My chest pains are back.
Words delay
Their form
X: you are too delicate
Tendrils of lace
First we mesh
K: I’m fine.
Two
Multiplying hungry thoughts
X: tell me more. you're being vanilla.
Seeking out
The innermost privacies
K: I’m boiling with something unknown. I could smash up my apartment tonight.
We develop seamlessly
Keep us like this
X: tell me. I want hours
So I can dissect it
K: No.
X: brat
Breathing hot LCD
K: Did you read that email?
X: yes it is solicitous. are you going to reply? flirt with him?
Child of love
Glued
To the confusing
Sensation of you
K: I have no urge to flirt with anyone.
X: you should.
ASMR escalating
K: I’m not like you, I’m not whoring myself around. I don’t need the attention.
X: i like it when you take out your claws
An abyss
Sex mess
K: Dick.
Drunk cortex
Sutra of the
Computer Body
K: I had a snake dream.
X: tell me about it
Holding all our love inside
In code In fragments In memory
K: The second snake dream in a week where I beat it to death. This time it couldn't be killed. A cobra. I don't understand it and it pisses me off.
The sewers of our minds
Sutra of the Computer Body
X: who or what is the snake, do you think?
Who addicted who?
Sutra of the Computer Body
K: Could be someone impure.
X: could be.
Two-headed one
Sutra of the Computer Body
X: go to somewhere we can IM
Sleeping lotus Shakes herself awake
K: OK.
Jets of lace
Meat in lace
Entering the deep mind state
Skin as the endless patterns
Of the sun
On a body of water
Helix of light
His kind words
Male sweetness
My brain fizz
Feeling it thousand-fold
K: Something wrong with my connection. Fucking internet.
And silence doing this to me
X: this is exhausting. you are exhausting.
K: Brat if I do. Brat if I don't.
Imagination blows
A hole
X: i’m aggravated
K: You deserve it.
Petal in rapture
X: it's a terrible waste. like tossing a flower away into a trash bin.
K: You’re not making sense.
In the aftermoment
I almost admitted it
X: It's all so much.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4
We must back off
K: So beautiful.
Don’t want this to sleep
X: no flesh, just words.
There are eggs
Thousands of eggs
Under us
You are a fertile man
K: Who is being dramatic now?
Bury in the parasites now
X: no more. talk soon.
Prisoner of erasure
Sutra of the Computer Body
K: OK goodnight.
Our tendrils retract
Into our bodies static
Will he come back to me
The same version?
I hear only the old
Dead echo of lace I fuck his echo
Karina Bush is an Irish writer, born in Belfast and now living in Rome. She is the author of three books, ‘BRAIN LACE’ (BareBackPress, 2018), ‘50 EURO’ (BareBackPress, 2017), and ‘MAIDEN’ (48th Street Press, 2016). She is currently finishing up a collection of stories set in Belfast, a story from this collection was recently published by Akashic Books. She is also a visual poet and released a set of visual poems to accompany ‘BRAIN LACE’. For more visit her website karinabush.com and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/karinabushxx/.