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To have them putting him on, trying him on, trying him out while he himself puts them on like a sock over a foot onto the stub of himself–his extra sensitive thumb, his tentacle, his delicate, stalked slug’s eye which extrudes, expands, winces and shrivels back into himself when touched wrongly, grows big again. Bulging a little at the tip, traveling forward as if along a leaf into them, avid for vision. To achieve vision in this way; this journey into a darkness that is composed of women–a woman–who can see in darkness while he himself strains blindly forward.
