Jack and Jill went Up

In April of the pistons __ of the one thousand 997 plateau Jack writes to self to dissolve the summer:




Whenever I look beside me, I am
beside me, myself am the selver who believes.
Then when I look again there is only two
But when I look again there is you.
Who is that you who always tales beside you?
Behind you? When I look I hear a voice,
and She says, Rockee ooohhhheee Rooooccckkkeeee.
Then Jill said, If language is a virus,
I am going to create an epidemic,
she said that and Jean Genet's bastard daughter,
in fact, his bitter bitch self says,
I am the One who recognizes you
I am being on line,
I am on the line
I am becoming on the lines.
Mona says I am becomings on line
Fanny says I am comings on line,
Line by line stich by stich
Each half way mark a stich a demistich
A hemistich. Her mouth is a blocked blocade
of stick syllables. And when they [s]peak I speak.
O wishing bone of wishing well.
Now Jill looks to see if herself is there,
somewhere in the authentic moment of the throwness-in-the-
world being for the future. But her plat[e]eau escapes,
Ekscapes her as mouth mispro[or]nounces the word.
It is a caught sly syllable on the edge of her word
mouth.


But then Mona went home after she got back from France, that is
Paris, France. And saw this line in her mind:
" when ever I am on line you are line!"
I am being-on-line Jack, Jacky or Jack called her up on the telephone not voice mail and Said: "and what is illegal! to have a lover! killing ladies!
I'm smiling got to take ashower and get out!
Droffilc - or "salut precipice" and
press I piss!
press it baby and i piss missy
golden showers giva ya so much more
a-lass - Mona shivered when she read this.
i am
dis-eased
language love that slit
slut - = anagram for lust
cut cut cut
stut stut stut stuttterrrrr stutterrrr
I am stutter butter and mutter butter

Where is my sister butter
Where is my lover other?

So Jill and Jack sang, and Mona sighed alone aloft her twin,
isole from her embyronic self connection skin. What would her mouth be
without her other to be? About to be? In the throwness of the petit objet
A and the Gross Objet B, and the slim Objet S? What would she be be?


Mona fell asleep dreaming in colour. She
sturned the pagestages and saw Mil[k]tonwords swirlpast.