Katie Seling

We’ll whisper a gem of our collective body and see how it’s received.

When we’re us again, and reacquainted with ventilation,

we can stretch out our bones, repopulate our skins, entomb brains in skulls and commutes.

In short:

1. I can feel the air on my skin but can ignore it.

2. Holes as metaphors score nothing against holes as holes.

3. We are science with whimsy, just as real and ridiculous as strings.