Hommage à Maggie Nelson

I lay on my bed, free of pain.

Then occurred the irreversible. In full extension at maximum velocity, as if following the plan of a torturer-coach, this George

leaped my body, using it as a springboard. Like a subordinate character in a myth by Faulkner, I had become adjunctive to the design.

And, because such is the nature of tragedy,

I still play my part.