for a bed which folds
so dad an breath
Lost on Wisconsin byways,
little highways of names and numbers.
Alternate routes in the country side
take me to places like South Milwaukee,
which is south of south Milwaukee
and heads down to the port.
A defunct railroad,
close to where the sailors used to come
in to stroll the avenues downtown
whistling at everyone.
Dad maintains today even with his lungs filling.
Lack of imagination — fixed point of view.
Filled with giants and elves
roaming our story-lands.
My piece is in the 2nd photo from the top.
To the left, a wall piece with light.
To the right a small shiny screen framed in a white box.
The frame maker/designer, Kenji, standing in-between.
When the screen is on, a short loop repeats, in high contrast.
It is a text, drawing and drawing with text piece; SuddenFeeling.
Our bodies draw together,
hearts leaning into flesh.
soft, slump surrender.
your wife of 40 years
But, for one more yearning embrace,
our bodies colluding.
the contradiction unravels
all in a moment, ended.
Your face familiar,
I know it well,
but it is someone else
I long for.
Your are too young
to have been married
End of class: Luis & Daniella’s workshop.
Feb. 2012, Buenos Aires.
out to dance,
the night is long and morning too,
Learning about the slow stretch,
the soft shift,
a supple weight
Or sudden stop, kick, turn, thrust.
Stop, wrap, shift, pivot, soften.
Sensation between foot and hip
hand and chest,
The ever shifting axis of presence.