If I am repaired, can we meet againfor the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman
Her soul, too big for her body,
had bruised her with broken hearts and crescent moons
that in the light of a late breakfast she explained
as they measured fingers again
to seal the certainty of the whole deal.