Since the first day
everyone waits
for someone to touch
their center
Some
tried to come
but didn’t get very far
Perhaps we aren’t
supple enough
*
Meeting is out of the question
To each their envelope
*
Don’t think
that animals
feel any different from us
They wait
for someone to put his hands inside of them
It is dark
within the flesh
*
One never caresses
a body’s interior
*
We think
that someone will come and help us
restrain ourselves
This is a mistake
The body divides into the body
*
[…]
*
Each day
a step toward the solid
We won’t feel a thing
All our lives
we wanted to avoid ourselves
It was too painful inside
*
We will die
without understanding anything
We can’t do otherwise
We didn’t want a body
*
All water
will erode
even ours
Jean-Louis Giovannoni
from Garder le mort, Editions Unes, 1991