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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A wheeze is the sound air makes when it hits the constricted trachea, the sound of meat meeting air. wheeze is a collection of poems about the ghostly possession of the body. It’s desire as a force and not a lack. It’s Pazuzu from The Exorcist. It’s compulsive journalling. It’s the reading someone else’s body language as a gothic form of divination. It’s the dark art of crushing, when the consuming thought of that distant other person enters you through the windpipe like a second body.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A wheeze is the sound air makes when it hits the constricted trachea, the sound of meat meeting air. wheeze is a collection of poems about the ghostly possession of the body. It’s desire as a force and not a lack. It’s Pazuzu from The Exorcist. It’s compulsive journalling. It’s the reading someone else’s body language as a gothic form of divination. It’s the dark art of crushing, when the consuming thought of that distant other person enters you through the windpipe like a second body.