What is it to be clean? (Collaboration Piece)

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I am it.    

I am a map of skin covered lace        

I am something you may call a remembrance

Organs covered with the stretch of plant membrane

Of a mind once untangled—

It would be a shame to admire the

Not knowing

Picking up dismembered wisdoms   

The sewing of uncertainty into the brim of   

Beginning when I have confidence     

On how to arrive                        

When to leave                       

Remembering to begin again.

The séance of smiling and knowing that anything

Of for from by or related to the earth makes me smile that way

Eyes open, shoes on, I collect words

Strewn like old sea glass along the coastline.

And say that my mother suffers from the consequence of

Eyes closed— recall upon an image of the ocean at night

Reactions, sections and captions like empty words falling from

A body of stone carved mud,

This is the 4X4 compartment for the memory of vastness.

I am something that crawled out of a hole

Clattering on the floor that sounds like the consequence of silence

Plunged into warm water

Unknown, incalculable, impossibly small, incredibly profound

A bathtub.

She held me and promised only joy

Ranging from birth to death, the caress of a

A lie that drips chocolate so you lick and lick and lick.

Cloudy morning tongue across my sleepy cheeks

Mother was the most beautiful

She hangglides in the nude and laughs a lot

Awaken with the ache in my center that extends because

I don’t know how to organize these recipes for disaster

Pointing and smiling at the way we all strain to see.

the plaster from the ceiling falls when you walk above me

You (I) are (am) responsible

filling the birds nest of my hair with

the way she scrubbed and scrubbed

pieces of a whole that form significance

Hands covered in soap

together, I am the map of

plantlace membrane pulled skintight over mouth nose ears face

and I love to disintegrate.

What is it to be clean?

-The Shutter Muse (special thanks to my friend Sophia for doing a cut-up piece with me. this work is as much hers as mine.)