Feb 12, 2006

For Francesca Woodman #12
[New York 1979-1980]

Are a melted fable

taffeta of organs

tricksters their eyes
fall like peppermints

I is for Everyone

F is

Lethe the O

Crystalline egg

the river that licks
the cerebellum clean

are sugar or salt
dirt or dusk

the cells of my blood
are pennies

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