The Daily Card
Oct. 13, 2014 – Page of Cups
That deep part – that part where the words are written across her solar plexus? I feel that. My skin raw with words flung like lashes, leeches, feeling submerged. There is body. There is water. Face fades behind the blatant function and form of letter and number.
Abstraction. Absurdism. Destruction. Disruption. Water renders it all null. For the love of it.