I know there was a story here.
A long ago
It promised breakfasts
I never showed up to. Or rather
I showed up to be undone.
All (including me) was an absence.
A mistake that invents.
all there is.
Photos by Sandy. Poems by Giovanna Olmos.
Styling by Sandy and Giovanna.
Models: Giovanna, Sandy, Avina, Elizabeth, and Nana.
I have taken it all.
It all is me.
Here among the frozen fabrics
There are roses that exhale universes.
Not even the most unlikely souls, clenched, can be separated from the
Stars grow out of the sand and twist.
The frost skims my body.
An opening in a cloud unfolds slowly,
soaking up themselves.
This is the instant.
The center’s your surface.
Startled to be.
Winding windows reign in crystals.
Unmade beds surrender to the deserted.
Trickles to begin.
I come where dinners cling and claim like kites.
Make something. I don’t know what it is.
I could kiss him again.
We would believe,
that now and then I am the golden tears that get.
A wing of a butterfly expels the in-between.
You can ask whenever.
My locket is a seven-year-old’s hands.
Giovanna Olmos is a philosopher, poet, and artist. She studies at NYU Gallatin.
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