all of my cameras are broken & rats are eating art in storage
attracted to unwillingness
in my late morning sleep,
moths flock this face
and my nylon Body
retracts against arms outstretched
as feathers fail to form flight.
close encasing covers skin and spurned shafts,
so, I ask, “absolve me from this sin
that paints my incubus!”
and watch the blaze
change Cling to Crevice.
Louise Bourgeois “KONNA/FEMME” at the National Gallery of Iceland, Reykjavik
with verve of potent blight
freckled carpals scatter streetlight
in rubber pedals, not flowers.
wear my ring on the finger that hurts!
rainy days: we run on turf
with onyx eyes.
Gerhard Richter’s Overpainted Photographs make me feel a lot of things (even if he’s got way too many €s).
image selections from my forthcoming chapbook, mossy bygones
(all about how much i luv fla and maybe how cataloguing it will boost my emigration)
also seen over here