7:56pm: portrait of the girl as something other than she is
i look good on paper. mostly. look at the poll. esp. between the letters and lines. that's where i look best. but, notice the fingers that inscribe the words: the flesh is dark, dry, inertiaed.
so, anyway, Jesus comes and he looks good on paper. so much so, i sometimes prefer to keep him there. and blame others for the reflection in me that doesn't measure up. the difficulty is that i'm not always sure of what it is i'm measuring. people are drawing maps and diagrams. people are painting pictures with rembrandt lighting. then suddenly everything looks different. the words become darker but the spaces change too, in ways i don't understand. but one thing i know: what's between the letters and lines is haunting and seductive. i go back to the words and the space of romance is already dissipating. a little. it's risky business putting words to flesh. i stop reading and go to back to the space in my head. when i feel adventurous, i'll keep myself busy typing.