Nothing beats when body parts fall asleep. It’s better than heroin. You can hit sleeping limbs, you are allowed to, violence is gentle, but nobody does that. Only I can destroy myself. What did you just say? I’m trying to remember what we talked about. I’m trying to remember what it was about. I’m trying to remember what you said. Like, I’ll jump first? Where are you going to jump, my little bitty flea? To the rabbit hole. Favorite topic of conversation. The black rabbit hole. The beach is down there, the stars are glittering in there. It’s an anti-holistic manifesto. The stars are stuffed. I didn’t start it! We don’t really need to talk to each other. It’s a miracle. The rabbit hole is the eye of a needle. The stars are not buried alive, the stars are dead and there is an opening. I think everything will break. Maybe it will be beautiful, but it can only be beautiful if everything breaks. What did you say? My last wish was a sigh. Did you say that? No. You screamed. That’s how you wrote. Blessing is an okay name for an illusion. Everybody wins at walkover. Codependency is the most beautiful thing in the world. The body is not more than the sum of its parts. It’s the other way around. Let’s flaunt it. Language as a new language, a destroyed mathematics. What are you waiting for? I’ll come later.

Elis Monteverde Burrau (b. 1992) is a poet whose practice is in constant flux between visual art, performace, theater (acting), video and music.

Image: Text on windows, Elis Monteverde Burrau. Foreground: Ursula Reuter Christiansen, Flüchte, Fliege, Entrinne/ Flee, Fly, Escape, 2024. Photo: Jean-Baptiste Béranger