What is the story?
Cells merging and dividing have left behind
rubbles of heart-junk,
or maybe just junk.
From the surrealistic games of an alter self
there are fragments of use,
fragments of characters that once ingested
bottle caps and keys and teeth and coins and rocks.
Jumping off the rock
I tried to capture the moment when your shoe hit the water.
But these tender vignettes could be distortions,
extreme perspectival views.
Splitting and spiraling.
Cutting up styrofoam to attempt a shape to fill
with objects frozen in states post-desired.
Characters frozen in action.
Duo or solo.
You are in the mood for fun.
This could be a hot night.
