the visitors

heat in your mouth dulls memory
notice these perfections
the lights and the families
a mother leans down to whisper
"do you understand it, darling"
time is visible, growing through a new body,
through a horse that is tethered to the ground.
we struggled with sadness and damp skin
now karma opens a door
i will meet u again
we're enclosed in a world, ambitious buildings
covered, green leaves softly descend.

Self Portrait, talking to Vince, Francesca Woodman, c. 1975-78. I went to the Louisiana Museum in Copenhagen, you have to take a train and the building is so beautiful, I think it was covered in ivy... Francesca's photographs were hanging there in a little white room. They are quite small. So perfect, I think, her work. I used to flip through a big book about her in the Melbourne Library. She died, jumped from a building. There is a documentary with her parents, I think I watched it on YouTube.