Riding my lengths Cavalcade
hold your breath I refuse to
be so wicked Don’t love me
too much A ragged looped edge A
voice What sounds
like a harp Invariably
to perform and to please
Played with a sharp rock Wounded
though I
do not own this
image Bleeding
all rights and credits Go
to this reckless phrase Edgewise
And Mara speaketh to him Turn
into me Between the upper and lower
teeth All the clay
and embers a mouth could
hold Too bad about that awful
connection Distance Hand-built
and covered with bold
exaggerated finger marks This
is an artist who uses her
mistakes Unnatural precision
Organs like lead Bleed
Tumbling blindly into
Active Matrix Liquid Crystal Lit up in