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The body stumbles and slouches along the highway, blinking and baffled. It has forgotten what it lost. It stares open-mouthed into the distance until its skin cracks under the sun, and it collapses to the shoulder.

The only survivors are the teenaged ontologists stalking the tattooed maps of their own bodies, jigsaw charts of ink and blood and skin. They prove themselves to themselves with the rings and posts they use to claim this lip, this tongue, this brow.

The cameras are turned in their mounts. Photographer-spectators shout in ecstasy when they see themselves on stadium screens. “We are burning mirrors. We are dancing underground. Our arms reach into the hot light, and the voice in the booth says that there are those alive today who will never die.”

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from The Breathing Bridge, released December 30, 2019

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Michael Bell Bellingham, Washington

A Loose-Fish and a Fast-Fish, too.

Some of this is music for video games. The rest is a fairly raw document of my ongoing attempt to find something new among the blinking lights in my studio at home.

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