After the light and the disarrayed feeling
distraught, distracting, distracted,       sought
What she did, she grew to create herself. In the end, it was like a forest. Only the wood-keep was gone.

choose equal weights: berries and sugar
a someone with influence. likely to judge
twelve hours of maceration: skim and boil

They were beside me,
they sat in black taffeta, in veils, leather chaps,
felt hats, lace. “Closer” they call, “closer.”

no one can call it objectifying women if you’re imagining yourself

with open eyes i swam beneath the surface of a lake and as a fisherman

Curse the state of contemporary art