"just do it" said the cb therapist to me

Can I just write into the blank page. How will remembering attempt to push a way in? And what would it be anyway? What about the body? What comes from the body? How can I fly?
I scratch about feeling for wings. Articulation. Arm fold bend behind gently fingers wrap around palfais:scapula left and right. Fingers wings. Would the fingers have to fall, the arms have to fall, for the new wings to grow. Scratching, stubbling, pushing. Will the new bits ever puncture the skin? And what if they did? Scratchy itchy catching. Forever damaged skin there, psoriasis tickles, itches, scrapes, bone blade to scrape.
Fold bend the arms to find the touch articulate to pin point. Stitch prick in out sew down. Needle the flesh to heal to sew up to bind.
Body articulates in both ways, two ways, the way that words will not (when it feels inarticulate let the body move, not always possible in everyday life) and folding as articulation – articulate to articulate. Will the space between I and Other ever fold up? As it does fold up can I bend my arm to slip a flat hand into a fold feel the folded space touch palm and back of hand? Slip between.
“one has to understand reading as something other than decipherment. Rather as touching, as being touched. Writing, reading: matters of tact” [1]

[1] Jean-Luc Nancy In Corpus in The Birth to Presence p198

sigh

surface

the fold in Jane Austen

As he folded up the letter, she saw her with a sort of anxious parade of mystery fold up a letter. When it was folded up and returned, it was then folded up, sealed and directed with eager rapidity and folded it up in a piece of white paper. Leaning over it with folded arms, and face concealed, a white cotton counterpane, properly folded

concrete

a photocopy of: THE GREAT ORGAN Bob Cobbing's 60th Birthday Poem, 30th July 1980. Part of 6 pages, Paula Claire. a duet with a photocopier at the poetry library. A sheet of paper becomes an object, a poem becomes an object. concrete poetry perhaps. a smooth surface folds, a beautiful fan that could close up snap, joining previously unjoined parts together. But most of the regular concertina is blank...but a beautiful new object.

distant

extension distance fold skin touch.
no words no words
just fingertips imagine the touch that could happen if reaching to touch could be achieved