Karate Trophy
Sociability occurs to one like the idea of god: humped camel on the horizon lurching forth on hindquarters, all unmet need and malaise. That’s me in the corner, jealously guarding my little chrome tower. I am swimming in a red pantsuit, winding up for shuto uchi, uke waza: anything to prove that I am more than body, or that that body, a machine, has been raised.