Soap, chalk on the ground
Dimension variable
[Photo courtesy of the artist and Kiyohito Mikami]
Bodies are torn apart. Perhaps we learn from each other through the fragments we share in coexistence.
As I held you close, imagining each fragment rolling through my hands—hair, fingers, arms, scars, scent—they all met at the front line of skin, confronting me with their truth.
And then, one day, as I witnessed life forming within you—gestating, being born, growing—I felt your body shatter. And mine, too. I became a heap of flesh, minced and mingled with yours.
與妳擁抱的時候湊近，想像每一片碎塊在我手中翻滾。毛髮、指頭、臂彎、皮屑、疤痕、氣味，在肌膚的前線相親。
某天，見證生命寄居妳體內孕育；出生；然後成長，我感覺妳的肉身似被弄得更粉碎，肝腦塗地，而我也化為一堆碎肉，摻雜在一起。
