I.
Driving back to the capital of Europe with the
moon split in half (half for you, half for me) like
an orange,
cut above. One side stayed and
that was enough.
Ugly machine beneath feet. Tyres. Red flesh
inside my body, and bones. For
stability. Soon
there will be a wet gold line painted from one moon piece
up the middle, repairing
the cracks
in that chipped plate.
II.
Dutch
windmills
around us. The fantasy is reality.
Medium-sized crimes
behind.
III.
Thinking up
ideas. A love
that is possible. A feeling of it
being Olympian, extravagant, as
we speed
down the road to other roads, to home, to arrive by
midnight. Just human.
IV.
Gold and human, earthly. Fleshy and wet blooded. Both with a willingness to change and to stitch the tears in the moon.
Lee (2022-23)
Tellement, 2022
Acrylic on paper