It is a matter of breaking the body down into shapes: sphere, cube, cylinder, shadows cast and shadow’s core. Give it something to hold. To heal, to betray, to desire, underneath it all, decide if the heart is mid-beat, full up, frozen, shattered, or stolen, and if the head knows you, knows what you are doing and what the sound of your name means to the blood. Is it mid-memory? Splicing the synapses of an off-white lie? Possibly in prayer? Or give it a vision, ecstatic, longing, macabre, obscene, or otherwise, only make sure in its approach to pay attention—closely—to value.
And when ready to begin, start with the eyes.
Jake Greenblot graduated from the University of Kansas with a BA in creative writing. He is an Akimel O’odham member of the Gila River Indian Community and currently resides in Kansas City, Missouri. His recent work can be found in the Hawaii Pacific Review and Fifty Word Stories.