Thursday, July 11, 2013
Portrait of an Unknown Man Clasping a Hand from a Cloud
PORTRAIT OF AN UNKNOWN MAN CLASPING A HAND FROM A CLOUD
the hand is a device for seeing beyond bodies let me follow this with who is the girl no one has touched?
sing three times blood raincloud hush
we sleep like otters amaze ourselves with our slipperiness steep as a cloud
there’s no such thing as this rich stormy purple it comes from inside our eyes like handshakes or landscapes
once I had a child and was a painter I took to the clouds for consolation