Zoe Rose Kriegler-Wenk
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Multimedia Collage:
From the Notebook:
Musings on the Process:
Mornings are sticky and sweet
glue on my fingers
honey on my tongue
I lick my lips
in anticipation of
my mini massacre
the rip before the resurrection
Off with her head!
And for the
cradled carnage;
a new torso to perch upon
Novel hands to reach for…
What was it you wanted?
Friends!
bodies belonging to everyone but themselves:
a family of funky frankensteins
legs on loan
to unnatural creatures
longing for “neutral” limbs
Ha!
It was me who gave him her body
And it was we who gave her his
mismatched melanin
gender gently degenerating
with wicked and wonderful whimsy
the muted memory of a second set of lips
buried beneath a stolen smile
from some celebrity on page 6
glue on my fingers
honey on my tongue
I lick my lips
in anticipation of
my mini massacre
the rip before the resurrection
Off with her head!
And for the
cradled carnage;
a new torso to perch upon
Novel hands to reach for…
What was it you wanted?
Friends!
bodies belonging to everyone but themselves:
a family of funky frankensteins
legs on loan
to unnatural creatures
longing for “neutral” limbs
Ha!
It was me who gave him her body
And it was we who gave her his
mismatched melanin
gender gently degenerating
with wicked and wonderful whimsy
the muted memory of a second set of lips
buried beneath a stolen smile
from some celebrity on page 6