My dip dyed textile breathes fading yellow daisies wake terra cotta shingles golden tea foam overflowing mug lip deep I laid it out on the drying rack strings loop and fold, held hands while writing cursive between slates of wood, drenched It was creation witness, held as full-formed even, completely undone inside messy containers I watched the liquid pool under the wood, brown chocolate on the floor brackish in my mind, muddled closed I bite my lip drawing blood surface wound press the warm flesh against canvas, kiss mixing burnt sienna I’ll paint us once more to lose
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 