Whimsical rings
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Kiana Khansmith

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Whimsical rings
art of tea
Stained glass is not talked about enough
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
elaborate book covers
embroidered silk wallets, 1770-1820
The National Museum of Finland
Franny Choi, from Soft Science; “Shokushu goukan for the cyborg soul”
[Text ID: “I am / just trying to sleep. To feed. To fill / myself and grow larger from it. / Or: I am only trying to slither back / into my first skin. / Or: I am only trying to remember how it felt not to leak.”]
Perfume bottles from Sir Henry Wellcome’s Museum Collection.
-Excerpt from War of the Foxes: "Birds Hover the Trampled Field" By Richard Siken
― Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood
[text ID: you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; your / need grows teeth]
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Embroidered book cover with pearls and gold thread. (c.17th century)
Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann (Polish/Danish, 1818-1881)
Bathing Nymphs
Detail of Jean Baptiste Clésinger’s Cléopâtre Mourante (The Dying Cleopatra), dated to 1861. Marble. Source: Sotheby’s.
Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012
Franz Wright, from “September Sunflower,” in Walking to Martha’s Vineyard
[text ID: Light filled the room // light I assumed / coming in through the window / but no // more a feeling, though light, too // a healing]