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STANDING NAKED BESIDE ITS SKIN (A SERIES OF SEQUENCES ) (1) A CHAIR SITS IN AN EMPTY ROOM The woman unhooks her shadow drapes it over a chair. She plucks her reflection out from the mirror stashes it away under the chair. She looks into the mirror's nothingness. She strips off her skin leaves it on top of the chair. She switches off the light. The chair just sits there absorbing the darkness. The woman becomes her footsteps. The light from the bathroom throws itself into the room falls just short of the chair's legs. The razor blade slashes through flesh. She bites the tip of her tongue. She watches her blood whirlpool down the sink ( she does not stop to think ) washing away the pain washing away this self. A chair sits in an empty room. (2) THE MOON REFUSES TO SHOW ITS FACE An owl is the darkness. Only its voice is visible to the naked ear. It gives voice to the darkness. The darkness says nothing. It lets the owl speak for it. The darkness transforms itself into the owl. The owl becomes the darkness. The moon refuses to show her face. Silence seeps back. The owl says nothing. The darkness says nothing. A human cries. (3) MANY MOONS she remembers an apple standing naked beside its skin apple cut and cut and cut like little slices of moon fallen on the ground the apple no longer a thing to be eaten now only a thing of fascination the many scattered slices of moon the earth a black sky ants walking on the moons she picks up one of the moons licks it clean of ants and dirt places it upon her tongue like a wafer soon she remembers nothing nothing nothing at all her life the empty space where she had cut herself out of her photographs ***
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
STANDING NAKED BESIDE ITS SKIN
STANDING NAKED BESIDE ITS SKIN (A SERIES OF SEQUENCES ) (1) A CHAIR SITS IN AN EMPTY ROOM The woman unhooks her shadow drapes it over a chair. She plucks her reflection out from the mirror stashes it away under the chair. She looks into the mirror's nothingness. She strips off her skin leaves it on top of the chair. She switches off the light. The chair just sits there absorbing the darkness. The woman becomes her footsteps. The light from the bathroom throws itself into the room falls just short of the chair's legs. The razor blade slashes through flesh. She bites the tip of her tongue. She watches her blood whirlpool down the sink ( she does not stop to think ) washing away the pain washing away this self. A chair sits in an empty room. (2) THE MOON REFUSES TO SHOW ITS FACE An owl is the darkness. Only its voice is visible to the naked ear. It gives voice to the darkness. The darkness says nothing. It lets the owl speak for it. The darkness transforms itself into the owl. The owl becomes the darkness. The moon refuses to show her face. Silence seeps back. The owl says nothing. The darkness says nothing. A human cries. (3) MANY MOONS she remembers an apple standing naked beside its skin apple cut and cut and cut like little slices of moon fallen on the ground the apple no longer a thing to be eaten now only a thing of fascination the many scattered slices of moon the earth a black sky ants walking on the moons she picks up one of the moons licks it clean of ants and dirt places it upon her tongue like a wafer soon she remembers nothing nothing nothing at all her life the empty space where she had cut herself out of her photographs ***
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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