Glowing skin
Glowing skin

                            skin/ does not belong

                                     skin/ is part of the conspiracy

                                                  skin must go

skin-seams trench-deep

Glowing Skin, detail view
Glowing Skin, detail view
Changeling
Changeling

...Skinned feet over the sand, the sticks, the sharpstones.  Girl guides her.  This way.

Touch of small hand on raw arm, forest carves into flesh of feet. Pain almost obliterates

Changeling, detail
Changeling, detail
Shedding Fox
Shedding Fox

Sometimes it’s quiet and she thinks

look how beautiful my fur my skin as it falls sometimes catching the light

because the light through everything looks better

because the light is where my fur my skin catches color and turns and changes as it falls even as it is dying

and that is the beauty of every great thing: to fall into color and die

 

Sandra Hunter

Figure 1
Figure 1

It is the time of counting one moment     one moment    one

It is not possible to sit or lie down

                      Limb/against/limb

toes curling from floor

                                   shoulders stiff to spine

        ribs tight to breath

for hours  for    hoursfor    for   for               for

the back sags          neck jolts up

 

weak wet tread around the room

Glass Shed
Glass Shed

Sometimes it's quiet and she thinks, my-fur my-skin falling, catching the light

Because light is where my-fur my-skin colors and turns and changes even as it is dying

That is the beauty of every great thing: to fall into color and die

Story Dress
Story Dress

               Girl

lifts a hand to her mouth,

--Oh, but you are beautiful

 

word that means and unmeans and leans cheek and stem against the throat

warmth rising in the body

 

 

Story Dress hem detail
Story Dress hem detail
Charcoal Shed
Charcoal Shed

She doesn't understand that burning doesn't end with one thing...

She can hear them, Burn it all!

Ears flinch under the high, excited voices.  The laughter is like screaming.  All their feelings run together.  Now they have pleasure, but that will only last until the shed is gone.  what will they burn next?

Paper Skin
Paper Skin

There is nowhere for you and you are alone.  It hurts to stand and to sit and to lie down!  I Know.

Paper Skin detail
Paper Skin detail
Fox
Fox

It is the time of almost.  Today it is morning

something is moving up

a peeling back

a rise-humming of light

Heart in Cage Shed
Heart in Cage Shed

To be alive and safe in a body

Straw Girl
Straw Girl

Girl is back.  She shivers in her small shirt.  thin arms with bones like the knots on small branches, and blossoming with red and purple and yellow flowers.

FIGURE II
FIGURE II

Fox blinks wet eyes, sees someone looking back: a face, no fur, small ears, small jaw.  Silver scar-ropes loop and loop her.  Luminous

Girl,

--This is you...

 

...the white-fire face.

Fox snarls: the fragment gives back a                   smile

Girl,

--You are beautiful.  You are.

Bright fragment trembles, edges firing light

cannot contain the blazing face

soft and new-tender

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Quilted Shed
Quilted Shed

Pain: how everything connects, disconnects.

The breeze hurries and hangs dark charcoal and smoke.  Her shed skin shriveling black and small like dead insects.  Nothing is left of Otherself.

WOLF FIGURE
WOLF FIGURE

Girl is behind her,

--They will kill me, too.

Fox turns an ear towards her: they would kill one of their own?

Paper shed
Paper shed

The Shedding Fox

lives in a shed          and sheds

She cannot stop the shedding so it is better and warmer to be here in the dull sweet-wood room among the thin-pale layerings of her-fur her-skin

Red looking down
Red looking down

when does the day grow tired

when does the angry red sun weep itself to sleep

when does the night chill come down

come down

                  come

Red looking In
Red looking In

Fox moves her eyes carefully so the corners do not rip

Red looking up
Red looking up

And sometimes she stands at the window and hurls her scream to the bland moon, that colorless junkie.  

FOXY FIGURE
FOXY FIGURE

There was a time when the sun chased her, long fingers striping her black and red and gold between the shadows, and when she slipped through the night like a fever and nothing was faster than her feet nothing was wider than her gaze beyond and beyond and the thrill of the fastcatch and the bitingdown through the bloodmeat and the taste of thetasteofthetasteof

the air and the smell and the green and the water that ran fast the water that ran

from the rocks pummeling down against the strong legs against the rocks against the quick feet jumping as high as the white water that she snapped between quick jaws

lapping at the blue flowers by the edge of the water at the green at the edge of the water

and further along where the water was quiet, after cleaning her thick fur, the sunpool on the leaves where she lay to sleep

 

Gone

The girl is gone

 

Was she here? Someone brought the bowl. It has the girl’s jacket. Was the girl wearing a jacket?

 

 

The bowl is here 

It has water 

The Fox inhales 

                                                She leans down to the bowl 

                                                                                                                                    and inhales.

Blue
Blue

She and the window stare at each other

Into half night and into dull night

and into arc night and into weight night

and into unshape and untime

The window excels at staring games

Glowing Skin, alternate view
Glowing Skin, alternate view
Glowing skin
Glowing Skin, detail view
Changeling
Changeling, detail
Shedding Fox
Figure 1
Glass Shed
Story Dress
Story Dress hem detail
Charcoal Shed
Paper Skin
Paper Skin detail
Fox
Heart in Cage Shed
Straw Girl
FIGURE II
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Quilted Shed
WOLF FIGURE
Paper shed
Red looking down
Red looking In
Red looking up
FOXY FIGURE
Blue
Glowing Skin, alternate view
Glowing skin

                            skin/ does not belong

                                     skin/ is part of the conspiracy

                                                  skin must go

skin-seams trench-deep

Glowing Skin, detail view
Changeling

...Skinned feet over the sand, the sticks, the sharpstones.  Girl guides her.  This way.

Touch of small hand on raw arm, forest carves into flesh of feet. Pain almost obliterates

Changeling, detail
Shedding Fox

Sometimes it’s quiet and she thinks

look how beautiful my fur my skin as it falls sometimes catching the light

because the light through everything looks better

because the light is where my fur my skin catches color and turns and changes as it falls even as it is dying

and that is the beauty of every great thing: to fall into color and die

 

Sandra Hunter

Figure 1

It is the time of counting one moment     one moment    one

It is not possible to sit or lie down

                      Limb/against/limb

toes curling from floor

                                   shoulders stiff to spine

        ribs tight to breath

for hours  for    hoursfor    for   for               for

the back sags          neck jolts up

 

weak wet tread around the room

Glass Shed

Sometimes it's quiet and she thinks, my-fur my-skin falling, catching the light

Because light is where my-fur my-skin colors and turns and changes even as it is dying

That is the beauty of every great thing: to fall into color and die

Story Dress

               Girl

lifts a hand to her mouth,

--Oh, but you are beautiful

 

word that means and unmeans and leans cheek and stem against the throat

warmth rising in the body

 

 

Story Dress hem detail
Charcoal Shed

She doesn't understand that burning doesn't end with one thing...

She can hear them, Burn it all!

Ears flinch under the high, excited voices.  The laughter is like screaming.  All their feelings run together.  Now they have pleasure, but that will only last until the shed is gone.  what will they burn next?

Paper Skin

There is nowhere for you and you are alone.  It hurts to stand and to sit and to lie down!  I Know.

Paper Skin detail
Fox

It is the time of almost.  Today it is morning

something is moving up

a peeling back

a rise-humming of light

Heart in Cage Shed

To be alive and safe in a body

Straw Girl

Girl is back.  She shivers in her small shirt.  thin arms with bones like the knots on small branches, and blossoming with red and purple and yellow flowers.

FIGURE II

Fox blinks wet eyes, sees someone looking back: a face, no fur, small ears, small jaw.  Silver scar-ropes loop and loop her.  Luminous

Girl,

--This is you...

 

...the white-fire face.

Fox snarls: the fragment gives back a                   smile

Girl,

--You are beautiful.  You are.

Bright fragment trembles, edges firing light

cannot contain the blazing face

soft and new-tender

Quilted Shed

Pain: how everything connects, disconnects.

The breeze hurries and hangs dark charcoal and smoke.  Her shed skin shriveling black and small like dead insects.  Nothing is left of Otherself.

WOLF FIGURE

Girl is behind her,

--They will kill me, too.

Fox turns an ear towards her: they would kill one of their own?

Paper shed

The Shedding Fox

lives in a shed          and sheds

She cannot stop the shedding so it is better and warmer to be here in the dull sweet-wood room among the thin-pale layerings of her-fur her-skin

Red looking down

when does the day grow tired

when does the angry red sun weep itself to sleep

when does the night chill come down

come down

                  come

Red looking In

Fox moves her eyes carefully so the corners do not rip

Red looking up

And sometimes she stands at the window and hurls her scream to the bland moon, that colorless junkie.  

FOXY FIGURE

There was a time when the sun chased her, long fingers striping her black and red and gold between the shadows, and when she slipped through the night like a fever and nothing was faster than her feet nothing was wider than her gaze beyond and beyond and the thrill of the fastcatch and the bitingdown through the bloodmeat and the taste of thetasteofthetasteof

the air and the smell and the green and the water that ran fast the water that ran

from the rocks pummeling down against the strong legs against the rocks against the quick feet jumping as high as the white water that she snapped between quick jaws

lapping at the blue flowers by the edge of the water at the green at the edge of the water

and further along where the water was quiet, after cleaning her thick fur, the sunpool on the leaves where she lay to sleep

 

Gone

The girl is gone

 

Was she here? Someone brought the bowl. It has the girl’s jacket. Was the girl wearing a jacket?

 

 

The bowl is here 

It has water 

The Fox inhales 

                                                She leans down to the bowl 

                                                                                                                                    and inhales.

Blue

She and the window stare at each other

Into half night and into dull night

and into arc night and into weight night

and into unshape and untime

The window excels at staring games

Glowing Skin, alternate view
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