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But not sick drunk.

Too many years of liver damage
Have colored the greeting card
Of memory.

In your head
You're a dwarf
Physically stunted and against God.
With no one loving the brain.

Women know-
Love lives in words,
And not in bones.

How the days are stretched so-
Like dough pulled to the point
Of breaking
So thin.

How the memory of you
Is too much water
Diluting the stores
To a thin, meaningless film.

All I have of you
Is that sliver in black and grey
Writing across my skin-
A scar that goes deeper than is visible.

Dearest, how can you bare
My tattoo?

I am worn out.
Against your stone walls
I am lost
Amongst the crevasses.

I am stupid
As and ox
Pulling the well water up.
A round mill in
Circle
Worn familiar
Each step,
Yet new as the day-
The sun rises.

Everyday,
The sun rises.

 

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