CONTAINMENT AND A CAGE Recall how you scattered the sky into parts of a field as a child, bee-wing, cicada shell, chewed up tennis ball as weather, long-in-the-tooth sparrows feather, the dropping branch rotted by rain and helicoptering earthward, a pillow of clayey soil clawed at your side, the blue divided by word and white, one-by-one, the clouds slipstream tangled in the trees hirsute crowns and the girls who picked at scabs of reluctant boys, indelicately: the love of awkward strangers, that alchemy. Then, you were not contained by boyhood or the hollering down the street but waited and took all of that, like sharp, fresh grass blade between your teeth, the worlds idolatry sprinkling lawns in the whispering summer heat, sounding. Now, long later both you and the sky seem to have aged and been contained drummed up in the shaping of decades making difference, a pebble nimble between your fingers, fiddling, a word plated on anothers tongue, passed as a key: the clean escape. The swerving goodbyes that smoke up the sky still, all of that ravaged, all of this slate clean. Blue from a cavernous depth or the optical illusion of you, sounding. for LV Yang, Ying Ang, Chun Hua Catherine Dong, Miao Jiaxin artpost-bb.blogspot.ca/
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 12:06:16 +0000