Tom Whalen

 

B. What is it made of ?
The light under your door.

A. Who is its maker?
The ghost of your maternal grandfather
who told stories on the stairs.

B. Who is its maker?
The flies in the barn near the abbattoir
where you were born

A. When was it woven?
The night your mother’s lover photographed
her in the nude with your Polaroid

B. When was it woven?
Before the flame touched your tongue,

A. How is it worn?
Over the shoulders of the wind.

B. How is it worn?
Like skin

 

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