The Swimmer

The Swimmer

A final publication for DANC-398-02: Before Utterance

Professor Wexler

02 December 2020

Kati Payne

Predictive Text

Hi my name is Kati and I still have a body sometimes it acts up but today she is being ​good so good​ I can trust her to be among us and refrain from the violent or noteworthy but trust me she is cage-trained so well!

They told me it was a mistake to get a body but I figured what the hell.

She goes in willingly every night, I think it makes her feel safe, what a good girl.

...I was the time of time I was the zone of zones I am straddling several continents my digestive system is a world clock yes time is kept in my body is projected out my eyes the digital green sticks that rotate 90 degrees and suddenly it’s midnight in London and Sydney’s still got ya by two hours for sure.

Like Mother Nature personified in that Santa Claus movie (ethereal in her humanity) but a little more funky my friends describe my style as ‘church with a twist’ and it’s only a compliment sometimes.

...I was a way to go back to the future is uncertain I play cards every week with the matriarchs and sometimes it gets a little slow.

...I was the time of my day after day the leaves move from the sky to the ground no one talks about such a grand re- location migration one direction only and involving skydiving and hummingbirds are one directional too fly across the Gulf of Mexico non-stop instead of taking the long way they’re masochistic and eat too much sugar but who’s to judge we have all swam in late- stage capitalism so long that no one can resist some good old-fashioned efficiency.

Hi my name is Kati and I can do it later today and I will always love you.

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The Swimmer

Alternately, the wading lady, I’ve known her inside and out even though she’s here from elsewhere combative with viewfinders proficient in self-surveillance mute and temporary after filming she doesn’t go back home for a drink and to put her feet up it’s more of a ​seizure of being s​ he doesn’t know where she goes either it’s an unraveling expanding one particle per square mile of atmosphere and exhales until we call her back need her presence and darting energy patient imagination and aggression

suffering while seductive eyes murder but also resurrect she comes with repellent like baby snakes wake up with venom and is kin to the non-cooperative side of a magnet forcefield just beyond the wingspan of the whites of her nails always half an inch out of the realm of realness legibility safe but didn’t have a say in these calculated risks so maybe swap safe with caged moored island-bound undisclosed depths and unreadable tides under her layers of superficial muscle core undefined the center is unknown materials with carbon copies and uncut gems.