prose poems by Mark Cunningham | ||
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I read that most people think of their bodies as if they have a black outline surrounding them, a border holding them distinct from their environment, like the outline you see around bodies in the early days of special effects filming. (But egg needs sperm, flesh skeleton.) Dan Flavin designed a space lit by green fluorescent tubes. As you look, the tubes wash out to white. (This provokes desire or fear, but never a feeling of completeness.) My black outline, my little night-dream border: I'm not lulled. At any moment, it could be re-drawn in chalk.
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number 21 in the 2River Chapbook Series | Color Field • Contents • Chapbook Archives • 2River |