Sheets

The lamp is resting
After 5 hours

Shining on the remains
of cut folios,
Negative space of newspapers
and magazines

A raggedy pile of offcuts
and cutoffs
like winter leaves.

Or dirty clothes.

The pile grew as the zines took shape
Cut copy paste
but with sinister fingers
and a sense of haste

A process of undressing

Freeing black lines
from their white cages
Trimming and sticking
onto pages

I'm drifting off beside you
the lamp resting,

And in the darkness
of fresh pressed sheets
A perfect body
of work's heart beats.

Foto: Skye Parrott