That I snuck onto the page …
That I snuck onto the page, in order to accommodate the masses.
That I read my books, distilling function and fiction, bringing forth fruition and feeling.
That my best words were in the back of my throat.
I spoke slowly in a way that would not offend or disobey.
That we kiss flesh and together make never-heard sounds.
That you could want to count the grains, one by one, and I would not let you.
Because the mess I made, I made with love.*
Your patience is a virtue
. . .
My cards lie in the house of travel,
and my mind is forever moving.
I remember you and you remind me to stay:
to let you in,
grain by grain.
You wait for me.
I am in need of annihilation,
but I am still within the wings.
When I stop to rest,
I can see you clearly.
Stillness is a plenitude when taken with affect.
I have developed skills for pinpointing what is wrong,
but there is so very much that is right.
Please, will you stitch your house to mine?
* Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying, 2021, Harper’s Magazine.
Josephine Mead is a visual artist, writer and curator, based on Wurundjeri woi-wurrung Country. She works through photography, sculpture, installation, sound and text, to explore personal notions of support. She has exhibited widely and has undertaken residency programs in Mexico, rural Victoria, Turkey, Portugal and Germany. She is a current studio artist at Collingwood Yards, co-founder of Co- Publishing and Chair of Artistic Directors for Blindside Gallery.