lab-quality prints

you came out line by line by line by line from the thigh of your jeans, through the deep blue of your shadow-wet under-singlet, and then the light-grey dark-grey top layer, the green beads of your heart, your purple underarm, line by line by line of the arm that shades your face from the sun, your chin popping out in profile, and then suddenly, out jumped the rest of you. your black hair in the sun. the tender sliver of sky between the wristband of your watch and your wrist. and the cranes drilling into your forearms. that day, in bilbao.

 

the balcony

my way of getting out of today’s post. i spent my last two weeks in pamplona in this place. with this light.