The last time I
saw her was in
Cologne four
years ago. That
would be our last
party together. Not
sure how I even
got there. I thought
I’d reuse an old
costume, cover
my face in sparkle.
Not drink. I had
been recovering
from a wound.
There was so
much noise and
broken glass and
predators in sheep’s
clothes. People
from around the
world were loose.
It was carnival.
Respite (Palos Santos), 2021-22
Acrylic on branches and wood