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.