Installation PieceIron thorns push through skin, I’m part of an installation pieceMore Like This
Flesh and bone, metal and stone, electronics
Wheeled in on a cot, phones for eyes
That never ring
But I see how they look at me; (they’re thinking)
How lonely it must be to slowly die alone
They smile anyway, good at faking it
After all, it’s their job
One day the artist will be able to push a button, and I’ll spin
My speaker-mouth will sing about snow
Only one more push allowed
And I’ll spin into space
My last human thought will not be of you, but of us, together
Sitting in the cold morning, coffee and cigarettes
Back before they began assembling us
One at a time
Coasting like CrazyWe ride right into the sun, we surge toward some unseen precipice. His foot hits the floor and the acceleration is divine. In a flood of endorphins, it's all so dangerous, so thrilling! I laugh and scream and am soaked in pure elation.More Like This
I catch my breath when we cruise, my body still tingling and flushed. The wind brings me down slow from over-stimulation in a come down all syrupy sweet.
His smile is breathtaking, his hand so warm when he takes mine. Eyes alight, hair a wreck, he looks so animated, so alive. He tells me I look excited, that I look high. I laugh because I am and he's the drug.
It's quiet now, the engine silent as we overlook the bluffs. Standing at the edge, the wind whips my hair all over, I breathe deep and close my eyes. He's behind me, arms locked around my waist, warm lips upon my neck all lazy and dizzying.
Here in his arms I am coasting like crazy. Heart-beat gone frantic, head swimming in the sweetest kind of rush. This is u