by Lucy Earle
Memento pimento said said so I kiss toe he say no she said for say you were before
We were four slammed head into the door fly birdie in blue we sore and bodies numbed get sore until today we make work the next addiction like drinking it’s a bore, dreaming of being few years past four having sole demands of chores-supplying ourselves with worries and unpotential qualms unaware of helpless palms of our future hands and travelled soles of our bleeding feet, sorrying our past behaviour with worrying insomnia undoing our woes in nausea a sickness like quick sand so thickness curving a body into nothing making a mind into mold into another casket sold, wait for my story to unfold, in memoirs anthologies obituaries untold, pity herself as if she was weak untied to her bedpost for one week freed she’d be but pain rids a soul of society pressure of conforming people norming like ants swarming not been through this suffering minds do sci-fi they keep buffering untold dreams of being free of clustering nerves in agony pain thrusting blood blistering we sat kissing listening to our love grow into every time passed slower than the next ailment moment you send me momentos I cook with pimentos he said mint mentos she said lather me in soap kiss my toes lift me in throws dress me in painted bows, healthy habitat she look pretty kitty purr she loved the memento
Lucy Earle is a multidisciplinary artist based out of Tiohtià:ke/Montréal. She uses written word, music production, and performance to explore themes related to presence, public space, apparitions and the grotesque. Her work has been featured in publications including SPREAD Mag, Interfold Magazine, The Void, Liminul, and both RIPA and Concordia’s Art Matters festivals. lucyonscreen.wordpress.com
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