A la recherche du temps perdu











"When I finally
Reached home my shorts
Were soaked with blood,
Daubed with perfect little
Globules of gristle
And slick with something
Like grease. I looked
A long while into them,
Thinking this is me,
And thinking how nothing
But love had ever
Carried me into the body
Of such knowledge before…"
—  Robert Gibb, from “Coming into the Body