from Scenes from the Seconds
It was written
for an exhibition
that at
the end of her life
Louise Bourgeois circled back
to her birth1
When I did as asked
like long hair
I pulled my fire back
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Henceforth and forever I am my own
mother2
crouched in dirt
squinting at the root
Oh but now
it’s just my look
loosened
to dive and surface
as if to risk worth
beyond birth
after which
the introductions are endless
2Roland Barthes, “Mourning Diary”
