Friday, January 20, 2012

Here's a poem from Matthea Harvey's Sad Little Breathing Machine.


Life-Size is What We Are
(A New History of Photography)

Selflessly the self gave it all away.
Pin all yr hopes, lay all yr love, etc.

Which means the fish that live
in a plastic bag think the edges

of the world pucker. It's one thing to
make an image. It's two things to find one.

Why weren't me mindful of the lady
behind the makeup counter, calling,

"Come here honey, let me give you
some eyes"? The laws were sunsetting.

One puff of smoke rose in the minefield.
People dragged their shadows along.

I'm here to tell you that you're not.
Surprise, darling, surprise.

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