GALLERY 4
THE MARKING.
JOSEPHINE MEAD
I am bounded by the curve, entirely and in parts
I am swept up in Algebraic rhythm, without understanding
Pain chords sweep me and I am a well in motion
I am yearning to be deep within my photographs,
unable to keep edges in focus,
falling corners, jerking thighs, protective gesture
My body is a closed book and I am the hand that covers the womb.
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