He lives his life on an articulated
lorry. And when the body shakes
the whole body shakes. Large metal
parts that makes up that conveyance
and small shapes, and white skin,
musculature, blubber underneath, moving
Moving. Not being outside the city but
far outside the city. Not having missed
the meaning in the messages but
not even receiving the least of them.
Not even missing the thing-holding
girl, but seeing her. And always the
seeing her.
