Fashioning the Body: Versions of the Citizen, the Self, and the Subject

I cannot see! I have an idea.

These parts, so smooth, so round, so fast, so gripping- they fit together.

These parts- designed by a master mind.

A new time, a body's movements and gestures measured in degrees of versimilitude- adherance to the clock.

The body still (in pieces) holds its own timepiece- the key to her mechanization.

Look sharp! Sit up straight and smile through your pain.

The pinwheeling of car logos enters the brain through a lefthand hollow of eyes-once spinning they consume me.

If you could turn me on and off you would. Oh the elegance and romance of machines!

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I AM:

a phantom limb

a subservient dominated creature

an animal as tool

as tested upon in labratories

an intersex being

a hybrid monster

a female's genetalia as my laser eye

a faceless head in conjugal relationship with a turned on computer

an apparatus with four tiny feet for

the circular repetitive motions

of information penetration

a displaced hand

conceived by a wealthy town

birthed and handled by a poor nation.