Kyvèli Zoi
LETTERS TO MY FUTURE SELF
29 Giugno – 18 Settembre 2022
She only touches light
between breaths, between fingers
while waiting for the events to come.
Her form of waiting is not passive. Think of it like rehearsing preparedness.
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She only touches light
between breaths, between fingers
while waiting for the events to come.
The flame has burned her edges and her form of waiting looks like a protest now.
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She only touches light
between long breaths, between fingers
while waiting for the events to come.
She lets some fires walk over her back
spread onto the table cloth.
[unfinished]
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Tips delicately touching each other. Golden flares reflect some interlocutor’s shadow.
Her chest stretches. Sometimes it expands drastically to fill in with the breath of the given room.
The cavity of her chest not only measures time but also space. When it gets too much to hold she begins a series of movements to release air. It’s that ritual that looks like waiting.
Notes by: Danae Io, 2022
