Nov 11, 2016
Shrine
Scattered bits of paper, all with their hand-torn edges and triangle-folds -- red, green, ash-white. I arranged them the way you see them now. When my fingertips go numb, I have to stop and then I set them up all in a row, little folded stars the size of houseflies. In the late-June light, they form the vectors of the geometry of shrine, a temple which will crumble with the swipe of my forearm.