of hair and teeth

hey there spindly legged woman bundled up
caught inside stare snares,
lie sideways down on the ledge.
they'll all sit across from your perch,
some will find you beneath ridiculed skin,
and maybe someday you will look into a restorative portrait,
and speak through the layers of hairs concealing you neck to cheeks,
lips pulled back for fish hooked smile, as if this was a choice encounter.
we weren't so different at birth, now you hide hide away beneath downward eyes,
hair in your face and into your throat,
guarding nets against the pills that will suppress the stories to tell,
if such features are imbalance then we should be rolling off the hills,
look down when you live under the big sky.
live inside outside to outgrow the old self.

"Cinderblock Girl," 2007

mixed media on canvas

centre of the party

"Centre of the Party," 2008

you brought into focus an image
located inside you and your friends' place
the image connected to a scenario
where she could be toppled and then brought back into presentations.
a faint line lingers in the living room, slinking along the walls and bending around corners.
the line rests as an arch, suggesting the partial shape of her,
the one who was at the centre of the party.
if you could feel her she would be cold from the inside.
this is not her portrait -it traces back the footsteps and sequences without eyes or voice.
her image dispersed long ago into the early morning,
directed toward the rain against the windows,
traveled amongst the birds gathered outside whose wings follow the width of instinct.

                       "Crow," 2010

3 blue girls road trip

    "Three blue girls," 2010

we departed for the longest stretch of time when the sun sets at 11 and rises at 5. guaranteeing us that we would not sleep. I had a pet spider that could spin lace from the light on the walls. one of my travel companions had a blue complexion and elephant tusk growth from her face. the other companion got sidetracked when she stopped along the road to answer her phone.

she caught up with us. we'd been sitting still for so long we couldn't stop. on her off road travels, she came across a line of roosters perched along an outlining fence, with elvis arms pointing toward the sun. the sun beats down on us so that we become aware of our lifespan. we have alot of catching up to do.

off from the way

I have been gone for a very long time
 (I will not sing for you)

important lessons in interacting (the perils and rewards)

people don't have to wear masks when
seldom seen traits just rest behind outside faces

sometimes something would pass over him
he'd press down on his partner
and then he was back and making her coffee
like nothing happened
she ducked behind a silent complacency
made herself a mask from the foliage outside
extend her limbs into an emergency passage
escape on the branches

at night she'd turn the mask into prisms
and dissolve her face
in search of a new adventure

one time, her legs turned into bat wings
and she was reluctant to test fly
it was pretty awkward as you can imagine