I don’t have a body. There is a daughter’s body, a mother’s body, a wife’s body. A body as an object, a body as a function, a body that was taken from me. I look into myself, take off my masks, and find emptiness behind them. There is no body of mine, because there is no me. I’m always somewhere in between, neither here nor there.

My Father is the Law, my Father is the Creator, Logos, Power, Force. I am my Father’s daughter. I am a woman, I am one of the father’s names. My father loves porn. But my Father loves porn.

I want to talk to him, to you, to myself. Through the body that was taken from me. With the mouth that doesn’t exist. I speak. I speak with the voice of the Father. I am the Father.