The city was New York.
The time was 10:04 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was spring.
The temperature was 47°F.
It was not raining.
The time was 10:04 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was spring.
The temperature was 47°F.
It was not raining.
Untitled (The Largest Room in the Salon)
Adam J. Gellings
It’s a naked woman
pouring a pitcher of water
over another naked woman
s t r e t c h I n g
across a canvas.
It’s a lot of small dots,
up close.
It’s a lion hunt,
far away.
It’s a canary feeding
on a nipple,
then breaking free
from the wall
with a throat full of milkweed.
It’s a beautiful, beautiful dress
assembled from everything
you’ve ever wanted
to touch.
It’s the perfect rose, chipping
like a rose.
The hollowed ring
of a musket. The head
of a musket. The head
splitting open
at just the right angle.