The things that I love and the things that I fear refuse to balance out. They scrap like cats, cloak and conceal like kudzu in the south, repulse and delight like a large shaky lake, like a dog swimming hard towards a floating ball. What goes on inside my head and what I manage to make outside my body is connected by bridges, lines, lumps, threads, shadows, and stacks of most precarious order. On the best days, I’m B’rer Rabbit, shoving myself into a Tar Baby trap until we’re both unrecognizable, and I’m left a mess and laughing.
The things that I love and the things that I fear refuse to balance out. They scrap like cats, cloak and conceal like kudzu in the south, repulse and delight like a large shaky lake, like a dog swimming hard towards a floating ball. What goes on inside my head and what I manage to make outside my body is connected by bridges, lines, lumps, threads, shadows, and stacks of most precarious order. On the best days, I’m B’rer Rabbit, shoving myself into a Tar Baby trap until we’re both unrecognizable, and I’m left a mess and laughing.
