eat dirt

Dirt is in between my teeth. I twist it onto my tongue. I spit it out and this is what becomes. I come from stick-breaking and worm-learning. I like to make things with my hands that other people can take into their hands and learn. My immune system is strong. I believe in letting things in. If you too have room, then please, dig in…

 

If you lived in a screen, you could be permeated like the earth.

If your fingers danced like polyps do, you could make impossible shapes.

If you played in a sculpture of fog, you could be touching a machine made of life.

 

 

 

and how

could anything outside this house/screen/body matter when

look! a tear! in my eye!

a tear for the man

in the sky!