briana taylor
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
mark strand
we play by ear but learn the words by heart
(visions we have by head); yet even when
the sight of the remembered page has dimmed
the jingles that we gleaned from it remain
lodged with us, useful, sometimes, for the work
of getting a grip on certain fragile things.
john hollander, by heart
comme des garçons ss & fw 1998 collections