J a y G a o —

Bark, archive, splinter

Tree Work Ahead

Some, peccant. Leaves this, raw. Material, the branch. Blood, over articles. Part resin, the anemone. Clots, and graphic. Grammar, scars. Trammel

that, nude moss. Tissue, a burial. Shroud of, the pruned. Nerves, harangued or the. The else to be forced

To stand one’s ground like a fleshpot

Legislating lesions and closure work

Couplet of pine trees plating their doddard hull with squares of your skin

Can you conceive of trees as containing enough signatories to mark a paean as mostly debris

Whilst wasting forms, accruing content, waiting for death, for natural histories, leaving, returning, migrating, arriving, departing, expanding,

shrinking, growing so cold and so stiff, humming, febrile, entering, coming down on all that bitter language, in revenge, in a well-wrought

colloquy, encrypted. And dripping with what

See how the body is made to become timbre

Hauling one’s wet linen

White sun. Amidst the apparatus of history lifted off the ground. Just

Us here. Here. Now. In time’s. Bark of jet mist. Over redacted site

Documenting the gap between bodies and trees made to aggregate around the zero figure

Do you want to know more. To delimit. To sum. And then what

Weaving queues into haptic rope

Right in sight of the gap where all that dead air mutates into a leaden and more sessile fabric

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Bark, archive, splinter

A tree adopted by the city of the dead tours

Paid by the hour to enter the names of invasive species into the catalogue of

Punctuation, corpus, post-script, indentured bracken

On the weekends, hanging trees walk out with your grammar whenever you open your mouth

As care comes with delay, zero compensation. And an insistence on itself

Odour of wet wood and ulcers

To see liquid language in blankness, the beauty of abridgement or an interim, a video of raw lacquer purification

Psychic illness all over those restrained juniper trees

Bark, archive, splinter

Poking through the haar’s fine print, bloated trees encounter narration like a foreign agent

Earth itself can recognise its own travesties via its kernings

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Memory is like choosing between one day’s exhibit and the next. The gap of which

To take a form to its very limit; the line that goes through all other translation points

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