Ninth Frame
Here's the truth. Poet Stefhany Fabrizi's text came first. I pinned it up on the wall. I thought about flowers (why?) and the swirl of a dress, and made this image. Much later, a friend said, in a very different context, this skirt has a life of its own. Maybe that's the wrong way around, but that's how it was.
2 ways out three
1. (I will make this one.)
you own me
you broke me
2. (I will call this too.)This is where the narrative is pinned and wriggling on the wall. There is always room for playing, but when the playing becomes hard to define (sentence-fragment). Most often, when you placed my hand under your dress. Automatically, autonomy, manually, came under arrest.
you disown me
you describe me
you placed my hand
Under your dress.
3.(because I said so.)
You own this narrative and what you ask of me challenges my sense of autonomy. When you placed my hand under your dress, you automatically challenged my sense of autonomy. When you describe me digitally you manually challenge my sense of pornography. When I lay laminated, when I lay laminated,my hipbones, smear into a scene with you where you place my hand under your dress. Automatically, fantasy came under arrest.
you were the only word I had, for autonomy
came under arrest.
wriggling away. backing up the body and pulling away
pulling away. away toward the headboard
pulling away. backing up the body.
pulling away, away toward the headboard
