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©2007, threadwork on layered fabrics; acrylic on canvas; aluminum, 57" x 77"

An open door, her shadow
sweet, trickles down the porch.
She is delicate,
her face smooth, laughter
swims after itself,
the air tastes of silver.

When the door closes,
she reveals the core –
furious, thirsty, laced with envy,
a tangy yellow pulp of family,
a dark-slicked den of vernacular,
littered with whispers.

Every home has rules,
a meticulous shield.
Perhaps the gracious welcome is illusive,
the air concentrated with silt and fire.

Behind the door
the dizzy wilderness jolt of
who I am and I will be this
blacker than black until I must put my heart
down again, open the door
and answer your questions.