Constantin Hartenstein

A (R) MOR

this body
no thing
but stretched skin over muscle
fibers, thin
encapsulated.
within
a voice speaking tongue
feelings feelings dealings feelings
singing
seems fun
when your mouth is a gun
it’s that you’ve become
so thin-skinned that every
presence of a drum
vibrates
your lungs
numb (: linkin park)
just caught in the undertow
the smoke, inhaled
ears parampampampam
nerves strangled
in a pile of blues & news
wrap it all up, you see this guy over there
luggage, plastic, wrap, airport, check in
ten times, ten times more, tensed times
spin that thin layer
impacts, bombs, news, divorce, lovers, L-O-V-E, viruseseses, subtypes, spargelzeit,
romcoms, samesies, flames
and they say that a hero can save us
I’m not gonna sit here and wait.
so this is for you, body
be luggage
bathe in liquid plastic
too fragile to break
on a red-eye
crash landing

(Constantin Hartenstein, 2022)