Cauldron Anthology Issue 8: Untold Fortitude cauldronissue8changes | Page 39

What We Release in Particle Collison K . M. Lig h t h o use This bedroom body doesn’t want clothes, doesn’t want touch either, maybe later, maybe when the gnawing desire for almost fades into the hours that pass while we are not touching but generate movement inside body. We translate almost-touch into electricity textures and remember that nothing ever truly touches—it’s just empty space at the level of molecules—so we heighten this contact mirage until we want what does not exist and pretend it does. We embrace in the center of tiny lights we emit in cell communication and pull attention to skin surface where suddenly there are fingertips and colors made of stars, suddenly there are visions behind open eyes as we stare at the ceiling, suddenly there is nothing wrong behind doors where we don’t touch until touch is all we are, our containers blurring at their edges. 39 Cauldron Anthology