I. (summer 2010)

I had to fold the paper to the left of the breath as if a reason in time would emerge

The bees from the dismantled hive found their way back to the barn, maybe a thousand

Letters emerge as a reason in time and as if outside

Even the alphabet was originally to someone

But you have to sort through so many papers now to see what’s there

I becomes you in the sixth sense

Seven threads were used in the hem of the dress that disappeared after being worn once

Nowhere near

Light through the orange, yellow, green and red striped curtain resembles sunrise all day

To stop speaking before you are out of things to say – to affirm desire