kathryn l. pringle

temper.

“We could forgive the person who handcuffs our love to a fence over a roaring river, but not the one who rips nine bullets through the Body of our love and tosses our love in.”
Ancient and Anonymous


it is suspected that in time and with time are interchangeable—token—phrases, standing by and readily applicable for any montage depicting healing themes, suitable for any audience and especially useful in matters of the heart. this I feel I must correct. or, if correct I cannot, at least clarify.


I fear there is a universally accepted image of healing that is not truly healing, simply good enough. will do. stuffed with gauze to slow the bleeding. a thin layer of skin grown over.


= a tightrope. 


across which my temples can be found.


I’ve tried to sever the suction cups of the tentacles from the bottoms of my feet with a blade, gauze, and medical tape. I think it could work if I had a higher tolerance for pain and less attachment to place, however, as it is it is like my pain and the tentacle’s pain are both my pain—a haunted Body: I cannot now risk extraction without considering the possible homicide of myself. maybe even someone else [I have yet to prove that I am not attached to some number of others]. the they has more than me. there is more than me.








kathryn l. pringle is the author of Temper & Felicity are Lovers (July 2014). fault tree (Omnidawn, 2011), RIGHT NEW BIOLOGY (Factory School, 2009) & The Stills (Duration Press, 2006). A new book, Obscenity for the Advancement of Poetry, is forthcoming from Omnidawn in 2017.