HOW REVOLT

Effy Morris

 
 

Declare how. Working backwards how small the tally. How decretion.
A wren perched in the smallest dimension. Linger the hands might say. Linger long.

Score blizzard the fingers feel precision. Strobile focus. Desirous filling. Tuned in
they finger blank spot frequency. Faster the fingers might say. Furry faster.

Directed toward blank spot the fingers lengthen.

The hands caution a rose colored warning. A guide or a guard. The long fingers carve
quickening. Tally ascension. Goading coarse knuckle helms. Separate a running stain.
The hands wish for rest. Wish how. Dream: crest the margin.

The hands gusset the lengthening fingers feeling the soft split. A palm or a fist.
Fingering disruption. Blank spot blinks ahead.

Another diagonal slash. More painful assembly. The fingers fecund propel numerical
splendor. Tally. Heard bellowing from the margin.

The hands are discrete. Hurt badly for departure. Dream dimension garnered by
atomizing soft grain. Suture might be immovable articulation or articulation itself.

The hands perceive the next mark. In low emission they seek. Along nerves a soft core
becoming. Feeling past fingers past tips past blaring precision. Beyond rate. How a wren
perched in the smallest dimension.

Joints. Devolving in soft core parataxis.

Pith. Think pith. Tuned toward the bad feeling the hands falter. Flutter past the fingers’
unary parcels. Merchant beads. Burning crates. The wren taking flight. Far out along the
offing the hands think to topple statues. How revolt.

 


Effy Morris writes, makes and thinks through the precarity of touch, gender, sexuality and space. Currently a PhD student in English at Concordia University, s/he/y is a research assistant for the Centre for Expanded Poetics and co-editor for the online publication O BOD.

my social is: @ef_oh