Artist: Anna Van Der Ploeg

Do you see it as a room or a sponge or a careless sleeve wiping out half the blackboard by mistake or a burgundy mark stamped on the bottles of our minds what is the nature of the dance called memory

They sat in the kitchen and talked about his “mysteries”

I haven’t left out words or gestures or even those emotional interlocutions that pass between people

Life coach behind bars

To purchase a drop of shiny sky

Well

Kindling

Who is this person this chasm this lost event

That night there was no piano lesson

I never asked

To ask would break some rule

To get them out of her she tries making a list of words she never got to say

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