May 21 - July 29, 2016
China Art Objects, Los Angeles
I drew a circle
around the plot.
around the location.
The nameless raise
their hands. There is a dog
who tilts her head like a bird. Light
on her step, she wonders
if she could once fly. There is a cat
who doesn't remember death,
only flickering in and out.
You imagine her
on the surface,
floating, as if time is compressed.
You guys are my ancestors now?
She says waking up,
HOW TO DEAL WITH THE OTHERS.
The plot doesn't answer her.
of facts is ease-less,
fickle. Putting away
the clothes is a hassle.
Animal body reincarnation clash.
The animal lovers’ guide to tragedy.
The emotional person's guide to plot.
I believe it,
as a story.
Plants grew up my blind side
from the wreckage that left me,
and all others
the lions with flowers, the leopards, the snakes
intact. That was when their lives began.
didn't stop as if the TV soundtrack
itself was indestructible.
in the air.
Only the plane
Your apples eyes.
she/Julee/the cat says.
It is enough. The feeling of
waves coming from our bodies.
The color of lids closed.
Day of Fate. Dice bouncing out
of a hole in the floor.
Empathy portraits insulation
Brushy parallel lines from plane
clover. I see
my ego the size
of a shadow of a pin.
I WAS COURTED BY WIND.
Her reincarnation/How can she keep from singing.
She becomes a reclusive at an all inclusive.
She entertains the guests
and the management lets her stay for free.
She feels completely at ease
monochrome and looking into the mirror
in the airplane bathroom.
She is wine
on a short
on a baseball cap.
Alaska. Her permeability.
Paradise. Something blue and green
to affix her body to. Her memory and dreams are one.
Her cat life is behind and ahead of her.
In her version of reality she is organized.
She is paid to be impartial. She is rocks,
no country. She discards endings. Believes in solidarity.
She recognizes herself in other animals.
Reincarnation helps her tendency for constant solitude.
She discovers that there is no pilot
beyond the metal door and wins an award.
The plane wreckage is named after her.
Crowned like a boat, as if it wasn’t radioactive garbage.