Katrice Dustin


Exoskeleton enhanced. Nimble, like you said I’d be. What could be more fitting than screaming the first two syllables of your name? Than fine-tuning? I didn’t mean to grip tight, tearing the tiny seeds of conviction straight from under you.

I couldn’t tell you:

You said, “I need to find a way of living my life that affects no one”. You wanted to knock carefully on doors, shut windows slowly – sound silenced with intent.

When I did succumb to the feeling of a riveting plot made monotonous by mistrial – wavelengths spread themselves wide. Eyesight found me, swallowed me whole, and my image of you was distorted.

Words by Katrice Dustin