COLD FOLDS was a collaborative drawing made with Alice von Maltzahn for Blacks Club, soho, London
They'd drawn it for Tuesday the 8th
2 lost lids
And a ghost pencil
Shoulder to shoulder
It's hard drawing light into paper, Alice said
I'd like it to feel like plasma, we painted
But instead its becoming False Foxglove
Stalking each others markings
two parasitic flowers
Demanding the sun's attention
'I need more light'
multi-stemmed, they said
Is this somewhere in-between what we agreed?
A remembered membrane –
Disciple biros pilgrimage across their page
Lines re-worked into an underwater galaxy
She's says, it is a Pig's skin stuffed to bursting,
Can you see that its water?
Or do they look like scarred lungs?*
Emilie, she drew 'til she couldn't stand,
Paper-weighted by the idea,
Til her eyes didn't see Alice's cursive hand,
Just her pen page-glittering with frost
Yesterday, Today and November.
It started like a seed in a shell
Now its bigger than both of us.
*When the day is exhausted, night fibrillates breath back into dreams
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