peeled

wish i'd saved the source indesign file for this; the preview is quite compressed and now it's rendering all small and weird and cropped, dribbble what. you can click on it to actually see it bigger. anyway i wrote a poem and felt like also putting it on a page. poem below

again, consumed;

a web of veins—bright,

flickering;

what is that every time?

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skin meets eyes,

turns to stone—leaves are carried off

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a dizzying call—

start at the arm

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quickly!

become a

statue in an empty

parking lot

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live as prey, a world of

predators—inside is

out now

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clothing—to the

eyes—is nothing

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sinew peeled back,

but end at the throat

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where there is hunger,

there is stone—again

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(medusa is turned, again, again)