how the zebra got his stripes
May 2013
Florence, Italy
Media: locally sourced leaves, thread, paper, watercolor, ink
May 2013
Florence, Italy
Media: locally sourced leaves, thread, paper, watercolor, ink
in my dream, we all lived a little closer to the sun
and flesh dripped and melted instead of puckering into endless folds
we didn’t tread upon the grass so heavily, didn’t kill the plants that had pushed themselves out of the moist earth
we skipped clouds instead of rocks, bouncing along the sky
there wasn’t a need to change what it was
it just was, and was, and was
under the sun i traded my freckles for the spots of nearby giraffes
and the bumble bees bequeathed their stripes to a brilliant white horse
human veins branched outwards to pump blood to the veins of the leaves, and we all became a heavenly compost
and flesh dripped and melted instead of puckering into endless folds
we didn’t tread upon the grass so heavily, didn’t kill the plants that had pushed themselves out of the moist earth
we skipped clouds instead of rocks, bouncing along the sky
there wasn’t a need to change what it was
it just was, and was, and was
under the sun i traded my freckles for the spots of nearby giraffes
and the bumble bees bequeathed their stripes to a brilliant white horse
human veins branched outwards to pump blood to the veins of the leaves, and we all became a heavenly compost