STUDIO.

TOMMY renderings

2012-02-15T22:10:00.003-05:00

F***

2012-02-14T22:16:00.001-05:00

thesis prep part II

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reflected window photo on upper right by mooresy. everything else is created from scans.

thesis prep

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download here

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http://www.sendspace.com/file/pvuosg

sleep-off the singles

2012-01-30T18:47:00.010-05:00

cookin', cleanin', bein' single

2012-01-22T13:46:00.001-05:00

SLEEP IT OFF a sleep mixtape

2012-01-18T18:42:00.021-05:00

So when I was living in New Rochelle...I'd use this station ever day - some long takes from it

Gotta Stay on Your J.O.B.

2012-01-11T01:23:00.000-05:00

PURCHASE

2012-01-09T02:14:00.002-05:00

You better buy this shit. I've always wanted to get porn in the mail! Thanks Dylan, best present of the year.

SICNYESAVII

2012-01-05T05:00:00.002-05:00

we had a wonderful time in sunny savannah, with perfect weather, lots of hugging, and enough hot tub to wrinkle even my baby cheeks. see you all next year, or sooner.

things i will miss by maddie, peepee, vag, temps, and wimmy

2012-01-04T00:58:00.001-05:00

Perfect Date Weather

2011-12-29T17:19:00.002-05:00

Savannah, GA 12/31-01/01 This is why I do New Year's in the South.

baby's first zine

2011-12-27T02:21:00.002-05:00

^^^front n back cover

what started as a skype brainstorm became me staying up all night with a firey passion to make a tacky, obscene thing. if you're coming to SAV//NYE this almost-10-pager is already YOURS.

orgy new year 2012

2011-12-10T17:35:00.000-05:00

cover art. tracklist soon to come.

once more, with feeling

2011-12-10T15:54:00.000-05:00

Clear as Mud

2011-11-30T19:31:00.002-05:00

Nan Goldin, Shape Shifting 1, 2010

RuPaul, This Is My Life still

dali in bed

2011-11-19T13:19:00.000-05:00

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ideas? submission deadline: 11/15

warhol multi-media fest

2011-11-10T19:23:00.000-05:00

my mind split open

COFFEEbreak

2011-11-08T17:23:00.000-05:00

DO NOT EVEN TRY THESE TORTAS.

YOU'LL EVENTUALLY SELL YOUR BODY TO PAY FOR THE ADDICTION.

this is why everyone needs a projector

2011-10-27T14:53:00.000-04:00

2011-10-19T16:09:00.001-04:00

rain after ash production photos

2011-10-09T13:09:00.006-04:00

From the show I recently assisted. I hope to get some photos of the SF pictures Hali and Sarah gave me when I see the show this week. They were projected on the door seen in the above image. These photos were taken by the director.

2011-10-09T01:28:00.002-04:00

notes on curating static

The eye may be said to owe its existence to light, which calls forth, as it were, a sense that is akin to itself; the eye, in short is formed with reference to light, to be fit for the action of light, the light it contains corresponding with the light without.

-Johann Wolfgang van Goethe, Theory of Colors (1810)

gold panda- lonely owl

i miss the ant races.

i miss the static, like a texture sensationalizing the space between my ears, the upper area of my brain just beneath my skull.
i miss the acceptance of the dull signal, the disjointed, blank-but-full otherness of in-between time.
static is a background, static is a blanket, static is not planning on catching up. static is media that accepted the medium. it's the ant races. static is the coolness we lack, static is music, it's the blanket, static is the lowest note, the stabilizing chord. static is hotness/hypnosis. Static is the same until it lulls/ drones/ emits/ synchronizes/ syncopates alongside a brother static. self-sustaining, not self-conscious, always there but not always seen, the underlying alter-ego, static is what we now seek, what we once ran from.

We all know what this really is.

2011-10-08T20:52:00.002-04:00

dirty mind

L'amour? Qu'est-ce que c'est?

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f***ing deadlines

2011-10-02T16:05:00.000-04:00

Thanks Mooresy and Hali for the SF photographs! I will make sure to get photos of them in action at the installation. We open Tuesday.

kaitlyn for you

2011-10-01T23:55:00.002-04:00

the dress

and for everyone, just reminds me of your records..

2011-10-01T15:56:00.001-04:00

http://space1026.com/

precedent study. open call for mappings of cities with futurestudio potential.

and now for something completely different.

2011-09-30T16:35:00.003-04:00

design by apocalypse ---

2011-09-30T01:36:00.006-04:00

after spending what feels like forever in a vacuum.... i saw the blog. tear
silly video
http://io9.com/5773826/the-apocalyptic-future-of-portland-oregon-comes-to-life-in-this-burning-hot-teaser-trailer

so i have to write a THESIS this year. my topic is post-disaster REgenerative design: rebuilding after war, terror, mother earth rebelling etc.

i could have easily picked new orleans...

but i am currently researching what would happen if Portland had a major earthquake (predicted to happen now, or now, or now)

all bridges collapsed
2000 buildings downtown in rubble
hundreds sunk into the land from liquefaction
river contaminated with broken oil/gas lines
land slides
river infilled

to use a precedent of how things could go better after they go so wrong
suggestions?
more to come...

keep it simple

2011-09-25T12:47:00.000-04:00

get ready, it's coming

2011-09-22T15:58:00.002-04:00

today's archprof lookalike.

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Today's word is Dismantle
Today's term is Operable Window
Today's loaded phrase is Across the American Landscape

here Kaitlyn

2011-09-18T21:57:00.000-04:00

brainstorm session

2011-09-15T13:58:00.001-04:00

I am also assisting for projections on a museum installation called "Rain After Ash". It is about Craig Arnold, a poet who disappeared after traveling solo to look at a volcano in Japan.

Right now we are working on content and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the following:

What would you remember if you were dead?

what i am working on

2011-09-15T13:54:00.000-04:00

This composer is scoring the music to my next film. He is basically a musical badass. More to come.

what you missed

2011-09-14T02:42:00.005-04:00

Va, Josep Brangulí

Theme: Graphic Excess & Insecure Messages
yeah... i did it to emphasize the perspective...these are like sections,

everything good should work like a sectional perspective yah?
if it doesn't it sucks, i don't know if i should do the others as triangles or just figure them out intuitively.
- did you get my email?
- omg I posted to the blog, the end times
  49 minutes ago AGREED
  graphic is just what i hate, the over emphasis of positive-negative, figure-ground, subject-object
  over stylized fonts, and forced hierarchies
  insecure messages, desperate for attention
  you can see the insecurity of the designer, "if i don't put enough, you won't look"
  "should i right-align?"
  
  coat a city in that and you have the contemporary condition

2011-09-14T01:35:00.000-04:00

What happens when I describe my favorite BCN restaurant, Oviso, to a stranger

doodles

2011-09-13T23:25:00.001-04:00

Oh, HI! doodles are important, both more and less simultaneously

New thought:If I only had one more cat, If I only hat one more cat vest, If I only had one more cat pin, If I only had one more...IPA, Graphic T, Liter of Gin, Cupcake, Cake, Touch-of-your-hand, dark wash jean, kiss, pitcher of busch lite, pair of crocs, six-pack, coupon in my inbox, precious moments doll, accidental brush-up beside me, bad dog, hedge hog viral vid

2011-09-08T10:28:00.002-04:00

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Going Solo. from Studio Botes on Vimeo.

2011-08-31T04:08:00.000-04:00

summer hiatus 4.0

I wish we had been this cool as freshmen

2011-08-09T21:56:00.001-04:00

http://www.architizer.com/en_us/blog/dyn/26326/bartlett-student/

2011-08-04T01:36:00.000-04:00

It's so hot a can barely function enough to find my booty shorts.

Schoolin' Life

2011-08-01T15:16:00.002-04:00

As Temples said, "I nearly cracked my neck the first time I heard this song."

...

I'm not a teacher, babe

But I can teach you something

Not a preacher

But we can pray if you wanna

Ain't a doctor

But I can make you feel better

But I'm great at writing physical letters

I'm a freak, all day, all night

Hot, tap, sway

Boy your out of sight

And I'm crazy, all day, all night

Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life

2011-07-29T09:17:00.000-04:00

I cannot show you my Europan Boards until December...

2011-06-29T02:14:00.003-04:00

pretend there is prettiness with canals and land and water basins and boats and bikes and cars and houses with access to all of it in a Netherlands city's housing district with silhouettes of children flying kites and people walking hand in hand. just picture THAT!

i know...

it's beautiful.

2011-06-17T15:15:00.001-04:00

vintage Versace bondage gear has its limits.

Mrs. Duran Duran

2011-05-25T21:51:00.000-04:00

Yasmin Le Bon covers Linea, May 1985

This must be the visual alter I pray on before starting any graphic image. Well, this cover, plus the added desire to percolate the feeling it may have been constructed by a psychopathic-housebound grandmother. 

Current(ly) rocking Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, eating Steak&Espresso, reading Buckminster Fuller's Intuition, wearing NoShirt because it's 93 degrees in this piece. Ciao. 

Flower Pillow

2011-05-23T00:19:00.002-04:00

I was in Clemson for the weekend...spent some time at the lake and happened to see what all was going on downtown with the Clemson Arts Festival. I found these little clay "flower pillows" and had to buy one. Its like a hollow clay pillow that can hold water and has several holes to hold flower, stems, etc.

2011-05-16T13:19:00.000-04:00

Other ways to skin a chicken.....? This could make a great illustrated children's/advice book, non? Oh, The Many Ways to Skin a Chicken? etc....

2011-05-09T00:46:00.002-04:00

should post when this tired but inspired to post. This is my final school project EVER! Its a Homeless Assistance Center foe the ACSA steel competition this year. Site in Greenville just off 123 before downtown. My community component is a farmers market.

show and tell. minus the show.

2011-05-05T03:10:00.000-04:00

there's something about a man in a speedo that makes you question what it means to be a straight woman.

2011-04-30T00:57:00.001-04:00

discuss Spirit Lines and whatever I'm trying to say in the comments 3 posts down vvvvv

SPECULATE/TITALLATE

2011-04-26T15:33:00.002-04:00

a graphic i was working with at work,

guess the city without reference first.

i have my theory, but i'll wait for yallz.

2011-04-21T17:37:00.001-04:00

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I'd advise you to celebrate Easter in a similar manner.

cultural allusion is automatic

2011-04-19T15:19:00.003-04:00

word: auto-allusion concept: LAPITUP (strip&eat club w/ drivethru)

quotes: If you haven't noticed, I'm just a ball headed ho. -Amber Rose

You either whore yourself out to Hugh Heffner, or to Science. We're just not big enough whores yet. We need to start whoring it up. -Lasley & Truman

counting the uncounted, y'all

2011-04-12T20:32:00.005-04:00

one week till final review, and it's time to figure out how we got where we got, and where we need to go. the project explores the potentials of mapping an unampped demographic [the homeless] through the lens of GIS. in an attempt to pin down the patterns of a migratory population, we find the census's current procedures for counting transient populations produce numerous discrepancies/inaccuracies. this reveals gis's tendency to concretize the temporal. by working with TINS [relational data sets] and re-inputting new time sensitive data collected about the ameneties relevant to a certain population, GIS can be used to identify LATENT COMMUNITIES.

the drawing shows latent HOTSPOTS, or areas of the city particularly rich with amenities of use to the homeless. the green tin is derived from the amount of time soup kitchens open through the year relative to proximity of vacant parcels in the city. the chartreuse is based on bus route proximity to public parks.

the next step is to clarify what all this means for the way we think about the city in general, as well as what types of urban proposals we might suggest based on our findings.

2011-04-11T16:17:00.006-04:00

currently inspired by this group, REVITAL, totally in awe of their thought process/bravery/ease with which they make totally insane projected scenarios seem like truth.
the project above, life support, asks if humans can replace machines like ventilators in order to live symbiotically off of animals. they've got a lot of work and some good videos, you guys should check it out.

Current Reading

2011-04-11T15:59:00.000-04:00

Operation Get Your Shit Together Commencing Now
What I've learned so far: You Need to Be Present, Proportion Is Everything, Reinvention Is Key...

WEATHER UPDATE: SPRING HITS CENTRAL NY

2011-04-11T11:20:00.002-04:00

it's currently 72 degress in syracuse, ny. there are people in the streets, the porch is clean, and i've been dreaming lately of the couches/old wooden chairs i'm going to find on the street and lug up to my balcony. i even heard we might get a thunderstorm tonight! heat wave! now back to my 'seasonal depression has lifted' bean salad.

best monday morning email goes to:

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go to class, do well, you can skip it l8tr.
*ps. this is structures.

2011-04-10T08:55:00.002-04:00

wtf is archinect counting down to?

2011-04-10T01:11:00.000-04:00

make it a great wknd

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to stimulate everyone's start of weekend, , , ,
the incomparable janet... ms. jackson if ya nasty. (from janet's design of a decade: 1986-1996. her best years.)

*video as inspiration/starting point for the collective's next photoshoot

2011-03-14T12:19:00.006-04:00

talk.docs.

collective bloggin' through a ggl doc.date and time NOW.

click the link above to access the document at any time to see who has been chatting about what. you can use the boxes in the spreadsheet to have real-time conversations with whoever is online accessing the document. or, you can respond later to what has been stated previously.

the idea is to create a spacial organization for the conversation. As of now, there are no set rules. As you have conversations, you can add new rules or modify existing ones. Just list these decisions within the matrix itself! Even if you have just a couple of minutes to try it out, go for it! It will help a lot with the project!

cherry orchard production photos

2011-03-13T19:51:00.000-04:00

My projection design debut.

YES IT WORKS NOW!!!!

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collective document.

[add + share]

clap on/ clap off

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clap off

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Concept model details.

2011-03-07T16:16:00.002-05:00

Think:

layers of history >

fractured armature >

dissolving landscape.

Clemson and Syracuse in the same sentence say what

2011-03-02T13:09:00.003-05:00

4 Steps to choosing and Arch school

new localzzz

2011-03-01T15:44:00.000-05:00

where's my purse?

2011-02-17T13:45:00.003-05:00

it's time to pay a visit to LATENT CITY. it's the studio blog of the 3rd installment of the su soa's transdisciplinary media studio, a collaborative design studio that encourages the use of new techniques in digital media. this work is the result of the first workshop with mclain clutter, who developed these techniques along with mark linder in a past GIS workshop. what you see above is a TIN or TRIANGULAR INTERPOLATED NETWORK of data collected from census data in syracuse, ny.

2011-02-14T14:02:00.004-05:00

putting the fol[lie] back in the portfolio. this time, i'm playing games. this is an abusurd version of techniques for the new portfolio that will be equal parts work, play, and questions about portfolio-ness. think coloring book, think magazine, think look-book.

one soon feels oneself shut in by impermeable layers of silence

2011-02-14T00:27:00.006-05:00

preferable watch with no sound. this was a installation in reaction to reading light in japanese architecture by henry plummer.

i loved this book, here is an excerpt directly related to the work.

'the succession of thresholds, & their rapid arrival

& departure, are given added emotional impact by the alternation colors, the lavish reds echoed by complementary greens, just as the rising up of spring is echoed by the pulsing blood in human beings. each gate is a blood red birth of what is to come and the blood red death of what has been, forming a long chain of sudden initiations and sudden endings, flickering hot & coldso that a walk uphill is a blur of lifetimes....

the whole of life is an endless flow of resurrections, ceaseless yet always changing like a river, its separate moments impermanent & wave like, a series of footsteps along the Way.

whiteness purify & bleaching the retina, cleaning the imagination. This prelude refreshes the eye & heart with a numbingly while extinction of color, yet just at this empty moment reconnects us to the sparkling sea far in the distance. Every pore of space is inhabited with colred mist overflowing like vessells that can hold no more.'

another snippet of long poem...

2011-02-12T14:22:00.001-05:00

XIV. Biking Barcelona

I borrow a bicycle from my landlord who lives

in the apartment above mine, a single mother

with a little girl who feels sorry for me in one breath

and envious in the other. She says I should bike

up to Mont Juic, see the stadium, she says, maybe Miro,

but instead I decide to bike further into the city,

planning a route up to Gracia to see a Chillida sculpture

in Creueta del Coll , an abandoned quarry turned park,

because today I feel like moving in, towards something,

and I am tired of swimming in my own black pools

of rock. At first I am clumsy on the bike, which is large

and orange, a beach cruiser you might see older couples

use, biking side by side to town from their summer

rentals on the coast of South Carolina, but the sidewalks

of Barcelona are not the wide effortless walks

of Sullivan’s Island or Folly Beach. They are thin,

packed with people walking briskly to work, to lunch,

to H&M to shop, infinite black and white bodies,

women in suits, students grungy and unbathed flying

down the uneven pavers on skateboards, and there is me,

an American woman feeling large and out of place,

weaving the deep streets, black creeks ruled with buildings

rising up like cypress trunks, on an orange bike like a horse

I cannot tame. What a long road this is. The wheels clop

against deep ruts in the blacktop, and I hold my breath

clenched in my jaw as I weave through people in my way.

The smell of urine passes up from the stone gutters,

and dark stains seep down the sides of buildings

like the roots of a tree spreading across the ground.

There is a break in the thick wall, a garden caged

in the alley, and when I look in, it is black and loud

with the chattering of cats, lapping up stale meat

on broken chairs and abandoned couches.

They are thin-bodied beasts, multiplying like the hidden

faces of children peeking around a corner, prisoners

stalking each other in the dark. I smell dead fruit and blocks

of lamb rotting in a trash pile outside of the market,

my neck is burning, wet, and I am sweating through

my thin button-up blouse as I pass the MACBA, white

against a black ground, a blue sky, whose front square

has become a haven for skaters, the homeless young,

and students sketching furiously, or studying on flat,

minimalist benches under the hot Mediterranean sun.

A young homeless man approaches me from behind

and taps me on the shoulder. I loose my balance,

the bike sways, my basket rattles, and the weight

of my bag falls to one side. I am gasping for air,

and he is laughing hysterically, the sound of a crying

bird, his dirty face distorted, wormy in the sun.

He is wearing a dark winter coat inside out

although it is summer, and this makes him look

like a large bull hovering in the square, blocking

my path. He is yelling something I can’t understand,

a loud caw, to his audience of half sleeping homeless

men and women, piled against the white tile finding

shade from its protruding end, and two of them

are making out, their thick hands around each other,

tongues moving in and out of mouths crusted over

from heat and drool. I am a bloated body on display

choking on my own fear like a toy knife, tears

in my throat, I pedal faster, hearing voices,

a bit of wind, and the echo of his laugh

behind me, rising up into the cloudless sky.

2011-02-06T16:55:00.000-05:00

Find me the cheapest Monticello Roman Typeface suite and win a cookie (I will even mail said cookie). I must have it.

2011-02-03T21:58:00.001-05:00

Tele-Evangelism Quote of the Day
I called on Jesus! I called on Jesus! Well, first, I called Charter, but then I Called Jesus! 02/03/11 9:38am, transgendered preacher to interviewer

vote here: http://challenges.core77.com/contests/powers-of-10/ideas/623

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2011-02-03T01:01:00.001-05:00

On more fun than you have time for.
Just google lasers and cats.

2011-02-02T15:42:00.001-05:00

sound.city

2011-01-31T13:16:00.004-05:00

documenting the character and diveristy of dt syracuse through sound mapping for this year's Transdisciplinary Media Studio (TdMS). using a sound/art/internet project called radio aporee. i'd encourage everyone use the search function to browse sounds of the places they've been/are/miss. you can set up an account with them (it's free, and fast) and begin to document your locals with sound.

2011-01-31T06:25:00.004-05:00

40 years of layered maps of St. Louis, from the late 1800s to the 1930s. If you zoom in, you can see how the streets seem to tumble over each other as each map tries to make up for the previous' discrepancies. For the first phase of my studio this semester, I'm mapping the engineering work the city funded over 100 years to change the River des Peres from a clean river into a veritable sewer that flows straight into the Mississippi.

The photos are samples of the industrial area that borders part of the river.

More to come!

2011-01-24T17:45:00.005-05:00

Form and Medium. [notes on the picture plane].

"...flattening out and pressing together the fictive planes of depth
until they meet as one upon the real and material plane which is the actual surface of the canvas;
where they lie side by side or interlocked or transparently imposed upon each other."

Greenburg. [Towards a Newer Laocoon]

2011-01-24T01:49:00.002-05:00

savannah flip book from Dylan K. H. Thomas on Vimeo.

2011-01-24T00:25:00.003-05:00

2011-01-22T08:58:00.000-05:00

honorary collective correspondent alejandro has just relocated to buenos aires.
already, he is scouting brutalism and other rarities for our analysis!

BOOKBOUNCE

2011-01-15T18:23:00.008-05:00

I took a class last semester called Reconsidering the Margin: Creative Practice on the Fringe. The main thrust of the class was to ask what the relationship is between architecture and society, and whether marginal architecture (which challenges the definition of architecture as habitable structure) speaks more to marginal cultures than traditional architecture does. We considered "marginal cultures" to be minority cultures, ostracized sub-groups of majority cultures, activists, etc. Our readings covered discussions of the rise, fall, and current transformations of suburbia, and the writings of social and spatial theorists like Lefebvre, Soja, Jane Jacobs, bell hooks. It's the best class I've ever taken.

The last third of the semester involved proposing a project -- not necessarily architectural -- to improve a problem in a low-income community on the outskirts -- the margins -- of Saint Louis. We spoke with the mayor and other town leaders, who poured out their concerns about their small community, Pagedale.

My teammate and I focused on educational concerns. Children in Pagedale loose interest in reading as they enter middle-school, and their performance drops noticeably. By installing "branded" shelves throughout the community, we proposed to distribute age-appropriate books in dispersed locations, encouraging the process of discovery in learning. The project uses non-profit book-trading programs like The Book Thing in Baltimore as precedents for a book-trading program in the community that fosters involvement toward a long-term donation system.

Community members can sign in the books that they take or donate. A posted "Wish-List," compiled by Pagedale's middle school would include required books for classes, relieving any burden that some parents might have in purchasing their children's books. Start-up locations for the project include the middle school's front office, the post-office, and the local grocery store.

quiet observance of a memory as it fades (final cut)

2011-01-13T17:39:00.002-05:00

2011-01-13T00:27:00.001-05:00

it's going to be a gospel year. evidence #1
For some time, my principle meditations were devoted to the application of the analysis transcended from the theory of ambiguity. It involved seeing a priori, in a relationship between quantities and transcendent functions, which exchanges might be possible, which quantities could be substituted for that data, without the relationship ceasing to exist. Evariste Galois to Auguste Chevalier, Paris, 29 May 1832. qtd. in Mulazzani, Marco, Luigi Moretti: Forms in Space

a taste of my long poem...Prayers from Catalonia

2011-01-06T21:12:00.003-05:00

XVIII.

When the night opens its maw, I need a cigarette,

and my neighbors aren’t home or won’t answer their doors

so I walk to the corner bar where I can get a drink

and change for the cigarette machine. I thought about calling you

and I almost did, but the act of picking up my cell phone

turned the inside of me into a hollow temple, my heart

the abandoned deity, and I held the phone in my hands

for a long time palming it as if it were cold to the touch,

and I stood in the hallway outside my apartment door,

bent over to make my shadow longer, counting

the floor tiles covered in darkness, but I couldn’t dial.

I wouldn’t know what to say anyway, that it’s been months

and it still feels like I’ve been bulldozed and buried,

that I weep for the thick scent of your neck, to trace

the base of your thumb with my fingers, to peel

my damp body from yours after sleep one more time,

but there are too many days of dry wind between us,

the flood that swept the seed away, there is you

crossing the room like a picture sliding down the wall,

you pulling away from me, and my body folding

farther from you. I take my pack of cigarettes back to my apartment

and open the wide window so I can sit on the ledge and listen

to the fights of lovers echoing in the courtyard. We used to do this

when we first started dating and I had an apartment downtown

with a wide window like this one. We’d lie still against each other

in my small bed and listen to the cars passing and people stumbling

home, some laughing, some fighting, and I’d fall asleep

to the sound of your breathing and the moving street. Now,

I try to imagine you with another woman, your chest wet

with the sweat of her thighs, the impression of her mouth on your heart.