shoulders are hunched forward
bodies slumped. its a desperate move with desperate ties to something dark and unseen
just a feeling
the dragging of calloused filthy feet. it sounds like death but it feels much deeper
with two tiny gold strings attached to brittle pelvises bumping into one another while
tiny stones scurry to make up a furious, vengeful sky
it screams silence and dust pushes out of various cavities
its what we call a body
temporary, chilled and crying for something more than the tangible
the spaces between the stars, or cells
try within and between the dirt trapped between finger and nail
a convulsive laugh breaks up the circles
shakes the mind
i miss her. its desperate.
-Sujey Lee
Rebecca Ohlson and Sujey Lee.
photo taken by the photobooth at POPS. San Francisco, CA. 2004.
Airships by Metallic Falcons
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