I’m so tired and feel sick. I think we are going to book a trip to Iceland in August.
Robert Mapplethorpe, Poppy, 1982
when people hold their cigarette aloft
it’s because they have something to say. when they hold it
below their waist it’s because they’re done
Sometimes at night
when I can’t sleep
because of the wind
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.
I stand in another world.
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not
An other competence.
Wild and constant.