Post-Roe Should they ask how I am sleeping now, in this racket of breaking news, please tell them I’ve been dreaming a mirror—absorbing its slap- dash displays, the after-hours flash of features I’ll catch, hanging about the plane of my face A snare of teeth, the loops of knotted pearls in pink- tinged green. In the dream I’ve found the once-familiar niceties may all be rearranged manually—that my whole composition has been kept in place with only a gentle adhesive It’s not unusual now, to observe my eyebrows applied upside-down, a hair or an arm at odd angles. Other nights I uncover a nostril, the swing of a nipple or two black moles—like pits for eyes. Parts that are interchangeable loose as the laundry quarters scattered on a bureau & my lips seem to slip constantly. See them peeling up from the edges two tired flaps that have all but lost their grip. In the dark and dreaming, it’s a wonder I haven’t mislaid them outright Kathryn Moll Kathryn Moll is an architect and California native. Her text-based drawings—collaborative works created under the name modem—have been shown at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco, and the Cooper Union in New York City. She lives with her family in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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