Inconceivable Wilson

J. A. Tyler

I have written or write on the back of a photograph, an image of what used to be me, I write my name in code, in letters, in the shortest sentence of me that is possible. I write Wilson.

I am Wilson.

And the farther further I go from here the less the letters mean and the more symbol I become. Metaphor that extends down my arms, the length of me, and truncates at the belt of my pants. Upper-half gone to shores and planes and boats and all the walking I did to arrive here where the sun never rises and all my meat is up for parcel. Packaged in me is something for these people, this village, where I breached circle after circle of arms and locking mechanisms and found the bottom, the center, the hiding screen that masked them from me. I went inwards. I arrived.

We become unnamed in this.

I wrote on the back of an image a word that was once and will never again be me. I wrote once on the back of a photograph that I was Wilson. Wilson has been consumed. Wilson is gone.

Start again with new letters. Rename this thing I have become, here, in this dark place, where the people blanket me in arms and the sky never brightens. Here, where I will only and forever exist.

I am not Wilson.

I have never written on the back on this photograph.

My most heart-felt apologies.

J. A. Tyler is the author of the forthcoming novellas SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE (ghost road press) and IN LOVE WITH A GHOST (willows wept press) as well as the chapbooks THE GIRL IN THE BLACK SWEATER (Trainwreck Press) and EVERYONE IN THIS IS EITHER DYING OR WILL DIE OR IS THINKING ABOUT DEATH (Achilles Chapbook Series). He is also founding editor of mud luscious / ml press. Visit: