New Wave inspires me

Godard and a Photo booth

 

 

Imagine something like this:

You are getting out of the pool

Your shoulders tilting from the weight

Of your serpent torso

My sopping feet are the first thing

You see at the tile’s edge.

At this moment you think

About our canvas bodies

In a blanket canal

Or maybe

The two of us are on the roof

Where the spider web silk

Comes down like streamers.

We take a pause

To find out where they come from.

You point above the next row of roofs

I look beyond your finger

Past where I can no longer see

Maybe there is a spider there

Maybe that’s where it begins.