Mannequin Envy
a journal of visual and literary arts
~fall 2006 ~
| Xiamandung There are lands that slip through my fingers, causeways and spillways that extend beyond my reach. This world keeps getting larger, larger, growing infinitely, loving infinitely by the process of destruction by consumption. I stretch and another city has left a hole on the map where it had been only forty-eight hours ago. Belly to the earth I scan the crater it is, the striations it made when it slid into the next time zone. This is pure passion, craving adaptation the demands that bend and lift what was thought to be solid (solid as my finger on this dot making angles and refractions with my thumb, measuring the angles to where you lived yesterday). I look and Los Angeles has fallen into the ocean, did a breast- stroke to Hawaii, came up for air and sleeping pills and now resides in Xiamandung. A butterfly may breathe and bring it back tomorrow but for now the damage is done. |