Neon Horse in the Soft Collapse
The horse steps out of the paintinglike it has misplaced its own outline.No stable, no field,just a flat horizon made of maybe,a sky rehearsing the word “pink”until it forgets what clouds were. Its body is all wrong, all right.Legs like stacked postcards,each one a slightly different version of blue.A knee that remembers being a staircase,an … Read more