sophie calle exhibit

i am clothed & sheltered but where are you
my words are dragged down by your expansive
rhetoric. because the days are empty of you i have to
draw the calendar as vessels. put clay slip on my legs so i can't walk / this
feels normal. we saw that sophie calle exhibit together with the telephone
on the bed. with the white wash basin. all those lonely photographs
& you just kissed me against the back wall / i was wearing half of a hood.