Читать книгу Her book - Éireann Lorsung - Страница 10
Оглавлениеafter Kiki Smith
From inside all this hair I can see you.
The body on the ground,
on its own, is resurrection. Female,
that’s a question of creation.
Some days hair is miles of messages
meant for pre-Morse receivers,
bare scratching of another’s hand
on vellum that looks like skin.
The body inside the hair room is
speaking like most other bodies;
its speech packs around it like wasp
paper. Speaking a thin, permanent
archive. What we call a woman.
