pressed - candice wuehle

[luckyzukky]

i will will the floor until it is a door. Shut
up while i murder architecture, while i
make the umbrella irrelevant. i know more
than anyone else about protection, about
pinning an inverted bouquet to the wall with an
industrial nail to make vanish the distance between you
and dust. Botanical strappado, sun as averted
eye. This is difficult; will
is not touching the petals
while you watch them shrink
in on themselves until they have lost enough
life to be the same shade as a living
thumb. All the power in the world
can't make a cathedral
anything but a room. i will spit
in the rain to prove it.

(candice wuehle)
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