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Spring
You already left me when you took me to your only friend’s wedding.
You dressed us in matching houndstooth, leaving the apartment like we were off to test drive a spankin’ new car.

You saw
The bride in a glass dress!

I saw
'a horror film'.

Herself slipping down herself’s own body.

PLOP!
SPLAT !
SPLASH!

“I do”

Everything she ever was before, ever.
breaking like eggs- left sloshing on the Camden City Council Chapel floor.

You saw
the dream of the fisherman’s wife.

I saw
a girl suctioned cupped; a rubber animal stuck snoring between her thighs.

Boasting you’d already picked the flowers for our very own wedding!
...The choice only from all the flowers you ever brought home.
Imagine the pheasant’s eye on a giant Arizona Cactus!

I did.

I could not anymore.


At your only friend's wedding,
Beneath the crest of the nape of your neck-
I kissed another boy.

 

 

Late Summer
We fought because I put on a sweater.
We fought because the water wasn’t right.

In the damp dishcloth light of your parents' gingham kitchen,
Hot crisp silence stuck to our teeth,

You - with a plate full of fish and chips.
I - sat, eyes rolling, between the two halves of an avocado.

What should have smelled like your mom’s cooking and California,
left a stale vacant stench

a death in the room.

Where did she go when she was no longer Picasso’s woman ‘with the green fingernail’?
Where did she go when the Pharaoh took to the tomb?

Seriously- where do I go when you are no longer my

muse?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Fall
Me, on a plane to Berlin— I saw myself on constructivist’s cookie tins.

Rolling to your side of the bed in my hotel room, I watched myself sleeping...'my echo, my shadow, and me'

Catching my silhouette cut in the glow of neon in South London.
In Cursive, ladies hand writing, ’The Last Great Adventure is y-o-u’!

I climbed to the bust of Nefertiti.
Gamine, alert,always alone, we spoke in her cold tiled chamber.
Through thatthin Hollywood smile, she about whispered ‘ I did it all’…
She winked.
Dora Maar did too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             

everything happened since

you.

   

 

 

 

                                  DesertSerenede  

All work

120 mm and 35 mm

2014-2015