Dusting for Prints

The subject is distant from and dark.
The subject is seen through glass.
The subject reflects, or has a luminous body.

If you feel you can no longer pray, care less, don’t be selfish.

Was he an artist?
I remember him cutting a sword out of wood, and painting it gold.
"Arms" seems wrong. It’s their nearness.

Sometimes it’s you and I’m calling to you
but I say the wrong name.

Several glass ashtrays, the panther lamp. The light  bent toward the map.
I spent a long time under the table, learning to recognize wires. How we would change
       
her. How the bullet is scraped as it moves through the barrel.

The subject is distant, and dark.
Each instance has its rewards. Sex can’t explain it.
Their goal is to empty themselves."

If you feel you can no longer pray, personally, I like
trees, birds.

Personal & unintelligible, my addiction bores me.
       
We still need spoons, plates, and knives. Bowls. Your star sign.
Those weeks with you?
      

I remember driving you somewhere. Driving, and it was snowy.
Nothing was figured out.
You said redemption looked like a painting of fire, after a fire.

by Kate Greenstreet

published in Diagram

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(photography of California wildfires by Richard D S via flickr)

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