By Dylan Youngers
the body is comprised of three white bed
sheets watch how they gently curve
into biceps shoulders thighs jawline
I think they will start to fold into themse
lves now see how the body distorts
the pectorals jut outwards forcing the
back spine to push into the belly then
outwards the legs cave in the arms do
too now the body is there but it is only
suggested in rippled curves drawn by
sharp lines now the light strobes agai
nst the white the colors are not gentle
there is no such thing as me there is
no such thing as me there is no such
thing as me there is no such thing as
me there is no such thing as me there
the body is glossy black oil so black
see how it drifts how viscous and lovely
light bounces off the navel the breast
the arms raised above head arched
back and now the whole thing ripples
dissolves down into its own stomach
and then into long flat ribbons the ar
ms and legs go harsh folds along them
twisting along each others contours
only to jettison into themselves a spi
ked mass of thick black ink glitching
it all pulses and pulls away from itself
Dylan Youngers is a student of Mathematics and Jewish Studies at San Francisco State University. He has been published in Zaum, Mosaic, and other journals. He sees mathematics as a form of poetics, and poetics as a form of mathematics.
