from Humane Animals

(read here) / Organism for Poetic Research 

Right. Carbon emission is a symptom of loving too much. I say, “You know I fly for my feelings.” And the other would say, “I want you right where I can love you.” Like the polymorphous perversity of a well-heated room. Hot: how meta is pleasure? I say, “Soon enough the infant realizes she’s not continuous with her caretaking environment.” The sensuality of fulfilled need, milk-fed, she says, “What makes us overeat?”




Mark