Sunbathing at the edge of the tongue (La Buena Fama soñando) 2021 documents and trash collected in West Philadelphia, wire mesh, steel 9.5ft x 4ft x 2.8ft     To be made of debris: made of the product of the war on the body. I am made with a body and the weapon that kills it: my tongue(s). Decolonization and liberation are only possible once we accept our duality, our mixedness, not to be confused with an erasure of the Self. Rather it becomes fragmented and dismembered which is to become an Other. The “we” becomes inclusive. How can we, as fragments, exist in contemporaneity? I exist through death: in the void, in the empty, in the grey, in the grave. My position is not fixed, and it cannot be named. To exist on the edge of the tongue is to never arrive. I am erased and written again and again, simultaneously.     Arely is from Monterrey, N.L. and Houston, Texas. www.arelymarisolpena.com