You can cut the spinal cord, crush it, remove a segment, and it will regenerate. You can cut the limbs at any level—the wrist, the elbow, the upper arm—and it will regenerate, and it’s perfect. There is nothing missing, there’s no scarring on the skin at the site of amputation, every tissue is replaced. They can regenerate the same limb 50, 60, 100 times. And every time: perfect.
– Scientific America, April 2011
Tu me dices: you are losing the animal
within. Y yo digo nada. How can you
battle a diety. Instead I ask,
times have you offered
The nervous system. Transmutations. Re-calibrated.
Eres guardia? Or guarded?
And you welcome silence
with space, with quiet.
So I must consider
your revival alone: the monstrance
And my tied tongue to knees.
Undeed this border.
A synapse lodged
una viuda, a retina, nulo, todo, a trucing fissure, a wand.
es el hueso.
A chip, abandoned. You finally say,
in memory of me.
As if I could
tragar un lago
and the cortex could
you ask me: what remains
scars and reconstruiste