FKA Twigs, from her instagram
by Rigel Stuhmiller, from her Abstracted Earth series
by me
what's elusive in your tresses is the cloud source were you above in a plane
or below in a human sphere & since we as the royal we
as the royal me as what I feel is the royal truth as my cells like to
google what you do and be obsessive hoping you can channel
what it is I can't lately fly over states become
home as accidents as purposes of god as avenues of
sick children become vehicles for everyone to change
as a field of branches I can't walk through cause my legs
aren't made of iron
walking through the sisters' residence & outside
the forest mouth is dark like mirk wood or like every
creepy sepia crime ever or like a murky romance of the humid
insect universe we take a trail through stopping along the way
to trade tongues & connect with a laughing silence
beyond the marked grass walkway there's oodles of a certain
type of tree I've never seen it's low to the ground
brimming with oval maroon fruit or poison I suppose depending
on the consumer
I depend on me to consume
I depend on the camera cuddling but going shy once I point
it at a memory I don't want to lose
never could describe a creep scene like Blackwood
but I can hype up the soil with the best of em
& still fall victim to willowy madness huge bunnies out of my eye
corner turning back to rocks when I aim my vision
