Wet | 2010
In the summer of 2010 I wrote a series of short poems which I compiled into a Visual Sketchbook. This is Entry #2
It rests there motionless
half empty
or half full
depending if I were the one feeling
half blissful
or half miserable
the blue-white label
tightly circling its waist;
suffocating it
much like a murderer’s tight hands
slowly but beautifully
enfolding his victim’s neck;
as I grab the bottle just as firmly and drink;
spilling droplets of water
all over my pulsatingly-red cashmere blouse.