I had hooks inserted between my teeth and my gums. This was done in order to hold my jaw back from my skull, so certain objects could more easily pass to and from my gastrointestinal tract. You have often commented on how much you loved the base of my neck. There are small words scraped into the tissue, down there, but these are not from you; you mildly fugue when your hands reach inside there and brush against the still-risen scars. This is not my birth-given body: I have exchanged that form for one more fitting for such processes. Modifications made to streamline this...this. Whatever it is this is. Events scripted for the post-contextual resonance. Sculpting memories of blood and air.

the exit is hidden within the exit