“The tree outside is the only proof the day is windy lime bikes sleeping on top of each other you feel like you are not alone.”

“Flesh Garage” unfolds as a conversation between two selves: one named F, moving within the poem, and another, the one addressed, in search of the words that live within a body. As the dialogue progresses, fragments begin to surface: a Catholic childhood, trauma carried from early life, drug use that unsettles and agitates the inhabitants of this dual space, at once inner and urban.