Synaesthesia Magazine Hush-Hush | Page 25

Illustration We speak continuously with a tremendous silence. He tells me that words may wound but quiet kills. There are miles & miles of crimes between our bodies. I refuse to be a forensic psychologist at home. I refuse to kiss him like it is a chemical interrogation. He snores next to me & my heart turns to a quivering fist closing around a sleeping knife. Blood sequenced both dorsal and anterior. We don’t bring work home so I won’t tell him of how the cannibal I interviewed today leaned into the cold steel tabletop & told me that the most difficult part of dismembering a human body is the joints. We are best held in these hardened knots of bones. Arthritis runs in his family & already his kneecaps have given up. When midnight performs a bunraku against the prison’s lit masonry, I catch a killdeer choking in a nest of thistles. From death row, a letter – Rage is how grief gives itself a body. Adam James Dano is from a small country town in Washington State called Moses Lake. He began painting and drawing at an early age with the help of his mother who doodled for him as a toddler. Adam now lives in Long Beach, California where he paints and is a husband and a father of two. Scherezade Siobhan is a psychologist, w ɥѕȁ