The contrast of these mornings, archival ink print, 2012, with: Carlo McCormick, Tessa Hughes-Freeland

The contrast of these mornings

To curl, to fondle. The way we move.

To remove or pervert.

To go away, to shake relief.

I have friends not so very far away.

You know,

I have friends in Paris.

A day breaking and cold breeze,

the constant headaches.

Any set of items lined up in space,

something without a middle.

Any way I might turn from the dresser.

Something I cannot find.

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