eat your friends, we do frankenstein's work

i there is still some bed in your hair and a red string tangled in your eye sockets are you just tired or forgetful too? bruised peach cheek pressed creased on the pillow we have two minutes before you have to go something about the way blood runs through your veins see-through straw suck in all direc- tions something about listening to internal organs all work- working-- something about your lungs sting- ray petroleum ((pulse)) petrified punch-punctured tire (or a pillow) something-about-the-way-your-stomach-eases-mine. ii some language-creasing pressure paintbrush stroke thinning skin some skin-thinning pressure shake-less lie- still er-- down er ears less erroneous so i can hear all work- working -- to keep you alive- keep you some languish-caressing speaker. iii - iv i feel every person you've ever loved and left replaces an internal organ so you could forever ache them cause the stomach was never meant more for food than it was to grumble a lover and your lungs remind you of home when you get too close to the ocean i feel my muscles strain you i feel you cry my diaphragm a silly wordplay to mock the tear i wonder where you feel me if you take good care of me cause i've been eating so well and really well-balanced too i've been taking my vitamins without you reminding me and i feel this is good my brain doesn't tell me to put off sleep as much i hope that's because iron helps with my anxious and not because i don't have you anymore not to sleep away or maybe that's where you are now and you didn't let me care enough to take notice i've always loved your care-free usually that would mean me feeling i'm more overfeeling but with you it meant i could breathe for a change and it was really nice so i guess i'll treat my kidneys kindlier remember to drink water for a kick and a killer condition though i never needed those to love you i loved you kickless i made peace with you craving conditions i just need some time with me failing to meet them v something about the way you have to go and you crack couple fingers crooked bone sticking out cartoon and leave one on the phone screen snoozed and the other on my neck swallowed by the notch pink lemonade eyes rippling right to left left to right when we eat all our friends we can go outside ... created by Gamze S. Saymaz, in collaboration with bodyinperform, as part of project "Liber de Causis" designed and managed by Ayça Ceylan & executed by Serra Rodoplu