the tender place where the world breaks

(2021, 12 min. 51s, various small gauge film, sound)

I tried for two years not to breathe or touch my body numb the bones settling crooked. Just be yourself! A voice breaks like leather cracking. Thinking is a skill that can be developed. The point to prove it didn’t happen because I’m not the—no one’s the one who would let this happen, bruises blooming and, dishes feathers and bones in the sink and the sky stretched taut black tarp, bloodroot shining and the creeks clotted with trash and it’s all my fault: my fault, I am the tender place where the world breaks.