After "Mixed Penance" by Jennifer K Dick
strike, struck, scavenged. sticking herself together
voodoo-like then collapsing in pick-up sticks, flash-lit,
flesh-bound. it's all
in the editing.
darkroom penance, blacklight
backlit, her model
solarized. "But I meant" history of,
invention with (intervention within) custodian
and concierge argument, as if
there were a key that the doorman lost. utopian,
what could, would. adjust
darkness,
feeling
along the wall, fingers coming into
silhouette, blurred, assembled, her
convinced, conceived, and
getting
brighter.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
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