When desire is separated from its objects, and its hungry, lunging verbs —
want
possess
keep
– have lost their teeth and turned intransitive
(what word is the opposite of “want”? and why can’t I carry that word around with me at all times, carved on a bracelet, to ward off these seizures of longing?)
that’s the moment you start to
fade
float
disappear
and take on wings instead of teeth and claws, and air instead of blood, and turn to light around your edges.
And the real work begins.
