self portrait with moon magic.
micron pen on montreal canal paper.

self portrait.
i've been taking a lot of self portraits lately.
this one is about a year old, maybe less, maybe more.
reveal lies.

cut through me

& then she was spliced in two.

and everything thing was jeweled and calm.
she fell asleep in a basket made from past dreams.
collected & sorted through by the air particles in the south.

construction.
this is a home for hearts, skin, and dust.
we are dust and rocks, we are earth and sadness.
we are going to sleep, we will wake up with goosebumps on our landscape skin pieces.

we don't always know what direction we're heading in.
but the future is only for dreams and made up ideas.
nothing is concrete except for the ground we walk on.

golden light
it's all we feel sometimes
surrounded by all we think we care about
& trash bags.