artist / theater-maker / poet / dork

all change

And all at once,
like the discovery of Babel,
we will make strangers of each other.
Your words will lose their meaning
and mine will make
a sense that you don’t understand. 
 
In seconds I will be emptied of sameness,
made wrong to you
like Hercules’s wife to Hercules.
Like Juno, you will ash me in one flick
into our grey-beige carpet.
 
When you move
and the landlord finds the stain,
He will call it a burn mark.

five heads of men, one face and one woman head on, one woman in profile
alberto giacometti, 1965​

if you want to reach me,
leave me alone

-sheryl crow (a change would do you good)​