susan smith nash
If we choose to interpret at all, we have no choice
but to posit a person whose communicative acts
we are interpreting.
-- Daniel Dennett
I
tore off my own skin
I
clawed the air
I
wanted to see you so badly
but
of course no one saw --
distance
is the perfect veil
thicker
than cloth, lighter than air
you
do not see me as I am
the
veil of distance is my armor
that's
the obvious one
but
consider it also a screen
upon
which each person is trained to project
the
appropriate fantasy, past, present, future
the
veil can make you a slave
of
someone else's narcissism
I
wear a veil that no one perceives but me;
here
at my computer
my
small, private walled-in world
anyone
can think they possess me
distance
is the perfect veil
more
complex and depthful than the mirror
it
protects, yet enslaves me
the
colors of the computer screen
go
beyond the tints of dye and cloth
my
loneliness floats free
beyond
the limits of flesh & skin
I
tore off my own skin
trying
to peel off my veil
but
the distance wouldn't budge
the
armor remained intact, and in my walled little world
the
images you created of me, the words flickering across the screen
eroticized
the mystery of what might lie underneath;
the
veil proposes
there
is a difference between surface and beneath
and
the veil is a boundary to cross in one's quest for unity
but
distance is simply armor
the
value is all on the surface
I
will fool you thinking my core will give you pleasure
Don't
be fooled by the essential lie of the veil:
remember,
what you want is within you
and
not within me
I
tore off my own skin
I'm
still clawing at the various veils
choking
on silk & other confusing armors;
you
can see me bleeding on the surface; you can see
the
flawed core that was so much worse than the packaging --
I
risk it all in hopes of making true contact;
the
pain is cold & naked -- my skin shredded
I
lie here shivering and exhausted, from
peeling
the veil from around my soul
--
January 23, 2000