Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
photos by Naphtalia
Read My Mind
I was driving home from a high energy choir concert wondering just how I should treat myself for pulling it all off. Oddly, I didn’t feel like ice cream. Instead all I could think about was tea, tea, tea–unwind with some tea. I walked in to find this. [Somebody] read my mind.
“Help yourself. I know you did great.”
Untitled and Borrowed
San Fransisco, California (c) 2011 JEH
When I am undone, untitle me–
deline me, borrow me from another
idea of me. Paint me the colors
you see me. Draw me the shapes I move
through. Any fabric that covers
or uncovers is fine and will
work out in the end for I
am undone and need to be bent–
to some other form of me–
the still untitled me.
























