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Epilogue
Notes to a Drowned Man:
A bucket of ice was poured into the chest cavity while the heart stopped to wait out your endless return. Walking back with a mirrored moon rock one foot in front, you gazed into an inconsistent image replaced and replaced, until a sunbeam caught the rock and crossed your path with gleam. There you fell through the burning atmosphere. Veins from the legs were taken and wrapped around the heartlike wire around an iron muscle. The magnet pulled Spring forward. Ice melted over the musclebeat as you dropped dead into a scarlet sea.
Fat floats muscle sinks, I was writing you a love letter when deep reflections destroyed the affair. Your metal bathing suit pulled you to the bottom as layers of reflective film destroyed the focus of your image. Dracula is dead. In melancholy moments you walk to the library looking for your picture and each night I return to sleep with a levitating dead man.
Written on the occasion of your
silly death by your Loving Wife.
1995
by Katy Schimert (for exhibition poster)
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