That foot lick me makes me float.
Rim is to wash, to paint, is to stop running
thought.
to learn not to think.
My leg hanging from the bed as a
homeless.
A branch after the storm.
An object
amount by which your infinite tenderness.
My foot wants to touch the water.
know you're coming, do not need makeup
for bait.
My leg hanging from the bed
as a letter. Delivered
plant my foot,
my dog, my lake,
close the envelope. Calm down my heart
tremendous clean my skin
of error invariable words.
Image: Homo sapiens sapiens (2005)
Video-installation, Pipilotti Rist.
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