Series: Bleed Necklace: The Body Undone From Its Error


we were given a space for stillness after having known only that blood not breath was to come in and out of our mouths

but the body is given always to tear itself anew from the trees

then what was the tongue for? worm or grub – muscle to twang and to taste the ground’s riches

we had eaten what we knew we had drunk what was known of us we had not asked for the light of any other sun

but to be overcome with foliage our eyes dim with sufficiency

and yet the afternoon expected our arrival

beneath the scalpel of daylight

to know something of ourselves as distinguishable words

a lake given to wind given to the glittering reflections of the sun

18" x 14"

Oilbar on paper


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