Long awaited and a couple days late. Here is my final artist’s book.
Poem:
It hurts to look at you
12:00 AM
These are the times we have together
The times when
The ocean parts
In the palm of our hands
And the seaweed
Sprouts and disseminates
In our mouths
A briny delicacy
We know all too well
3:00 PM
We feel the moon
Tear us down the middle
We feel both beside
And behind
And Peter Pan memories
Indent the sand
where we were
And where we are
We run, gasping
And stand still all at once
The sound of us shouts,
And we hear it’s echoes
6:00 PM
Lunar in our disposition
We see stars as siblings
Long since passed
Half way related
To our aching veins
Coursing with a
Saline
So that when our skin
Bursts open with vulnerability
We feel the burning of it heal.
9:00 PM
We pour her
A tonic of juniper and ice,
Sit her down by the fire
Sew plaits in her hair
With honeysuckle flowers
From a dream-bent glen
Tailor her in a gown
Of manna
And golden thread
12:00 AM
We lay her down to sleep
In a sandy dune
Let the sea salt lick her wounds
And watch barnacles
Infect her skin
Leach her of where
We’d been.
We cast her out to sea,
And watch her sink
In the deep black pool
Cold and clear
And obvious.
Time slips between my fingers again
I wake up in a room of mirrors—
God, I think,
It hurts to look at you.
Refllection:
