Deconstructed

Coyote chews the leg to hurt the hurt, I chew my soul at first thought of you. Each bite reminds me of lifes fantastic possibilities, and its pain. Arresting images you evoke, all blood and fear and love and terror. What a beautiful pattern you cut against a tepid sky. I carve myself a purpose against the edge of your image, each cut going deeper until the bone has been etched clean, and veins have come loose to attach themselves to passing clouds. I am a network of new beginnings, I no longer see through blind eyes. I am scar. A membranous machine stretched to the wingspan of a rook. I take flight--earth rises up and I with it.

Justin Lee Brown 2011