Bhanu Kapil

Dropping scraps of paper, one by one.

She talked about eating dinner like a bird, a bird at St. Johns.
Hungry.
Meat in the belly,

A girl, rescued from the cave sheets. Incredible.

At the circus, with all the sights and smells, a white eagle and a black panther are mating. This could be unrelated.

Nursing in the cave, hunger. Sucking the breast for food. Being carried.

Then the panther is killed. More blood.

The papers are still thrown in scraps.

A cat in the tree, biology. Study. Articulate words.

Country, the jungle is organized. Everything is organized. More very Articulate words.
Dad as a boy eating butter, being beaten, and caring but not caring. Do what is necessary.

Scars. Protein. Perfect feet. Lots to do with the perfect feet, and the sharp grass of the jungle now cultivated as a farm. More blood.

Then at the end, she throws everything at the audience.

I would write more of a responce, but really there's not much to say. It's like looking at a giant red object. It's giant. It's red. It's not really doing a whole lot for me, to be quite honest.... but there it is.