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56 Discourse When you are naked, you are unwritten. Put on a dark suit. Be a letter. Next to you, she slips on a black dress shaped like a j. Our bodies made of ink; a substance of langue. We only want to be written, to have content. But, language likes to dress us up. Position us next to one another, so we exist as characters. As someone places a hyphen between us, we feel conjunct; 57 it can be erased. When it happens replace the blank space with a verb, put a letter under erasure. Sometimes, things written are contained; not in our control. Then we must take off our outfits fold them back remove ourselves from the page. ...

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