not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

a witness between neighbours

do i have a beautiful mind, do i, do i?
you, you have a beautiful mind. 
your back curves.
you're four foot six. 
you're shrinking.
you pass me the plate
already cleaned.
apple bake.
where did it go?
did you eat it already?
does it wait for you?
will you watch it like a building
waiting for a door to open?
i touch your back. 
you go home alone.
once you lived in this house.
once you walked this kitchen,
you loved in these beds,
you shit in this toilet.
and now i send you away.
you're tiny.
you're a bird of a woman.
you are going back towards birth.
you're just passing through death first.
do i have a beautiful mind, do i, do i?
you, you have a beautiful mind.


  1. sometimes cameras are just the wrong language.


  2. This THIS is lovely!

    i saw this spit of a woman at our door
    a little hunched a lot beautiful to me
    yesterday. you have told me of her and this home
    and to see her at the front door almost made we weep.

    i am so very happy you have written this erin.
    love the visual very much, as you might guess.



  3. good,
    and thank you.

    she is lovely. and to be honest i was just thinking about how odd the first and last lines are. it should all be about her but if i am honest, it isn't. it is between us. all of us. and our asking of one another to be seen and valued. it's hard to admit this at times, the forever resurgence of the ego, but every time i look at the lake, there it is, it comes to the surface.

    yes, she is a beautiful spit of a woman. i laugh and celebrate her. you too for almost weeping. it is inside of this that i know your essence.


  4. Witness is the right word to me- the boatman across the styx.

  5. i don't really know about feet and inches - it's all metric over here - but this image, this visual poem of yours, is very telling.

    "do i have a beautiful mind, do i, do i?
    you, you have a beautiful mind." i feel i understand this. there are some people that make us want to be better human beings simply by being themselves. it's kind of cute.


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))