Veneer




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When art doesn’t translate..

Veneer

From the first cartolina-crayon-drawn 6-page book,

From the first cartolina-crayon-drawn 6-page book, my hands have gently folded, pressed,

From the first cartolina-crayon-drawn 6-page book, my hands have gently folded, pressed, and kept it close with all

From the first cartolina-crayon-drawn 6-page book, my hands have gently folded, pressed, and kept it close with all its blots and imperfections.

Every idea--

Every idea-- a string of dancing words--

Every idea-- a string of dancing words-- solidified in life.

Every idea-- a string of dancing words-- solidified in life. I've fallen for,

Every idea-- a string of dancing words-- solidified in life. I've fallen for, fallen so deeply

Every idea-- a string of dancing words-- solidified in life. I've fallen for, fallen so deeply in love with every one

Carefully wiped

Carefully wiped a smudge of charcoal

Carefully wiped a smudge of charcoal from my own cheek,

Carefully wiped a smudge of charcoal from my own cheek, my eyes stare back at me—

Carefully wiped a smudge of charcoal from my own cheek, my eyes stare back at me— and i’ve dampened

and I’ve dampened

and I’ve dampened cloth over

and I’ve dampened cloth over watercolour streaks,

and I’ve dampened cloth over watercolour streaks, carefully combed

carefully combed

carefully combed clay hair

caressed each string of fishing line,

caressed each string of fishing line, every line once made,

caressed each string of fishing line, every line once made, once I've quite fallen,

caressed each string of fishing line, every line once made, once I've quite fallen, stays

caressed each string of fishing line, every line once made, once I've quite fallen, stays as pressed and kept in place

Until today— that holds a week at hostage—

Until today— that holds a week at hostage— drags the cut-out faces

Until today— that holds a week at hostage— drags the cut-out faces with each breath, uneven,

Until today— that holds a week at hostage— drags the cut-out faces with each breath, uneven, eyes intrusive

Until today— that holds a week at hostage— drags the cut-out faces with each breath, uneven, eyes intrusive in their scrutiny

It looms and lingers, lurches forward—

It looms and lingers, lurches forward— plasters itself in every edge

It looms and lingers, lurches forward— plasters itself in every edge of skewed- periphery,

It looms and lingers, lurches forward— plasters itself in every edge of skewed- periphery, and in a cornered blink,

It looms and lingers, lurches forward— plasters itself in every edge of skewed- periphery, and in a cornered blink, it disappears

it disappears

it disappears before I can find the peace of mind

it disappears before I can find the peace of mind to fold it,

it disappears before I can find the peace of mind to fold it, keep it pressed in place.

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