Fantomo Gost Was Promised a Butterfly

by Fantomo Gost

Suchu Tanyetz gives advice the way she gives directions to her own apartment — sideways, mid-thought, assuming you'll catch up. She's the choreographer around here, technically retired from her own body's cooperation, and she has viewpoints about mine even though I don't have one. A body that is, at least in this corporeal world. You could try somatics, she says, not looking up. For the — and here she does a gesture that means all of it, generally, everything wrong with me. Then she's onto something else entirely and I'm left holding the word like a coat someone handed me on their way out.