sure in a cinematic way

(another one of my bones, wax and oil paint on thigh, 2011)

moss.
by William Thomas Moore

what will happen 

now? she asks. 

now, i say, 

now, 

the dishes will pile 

up in the sink 

and there will 

be only one 

pair of shoes 

at the door.

(So I'm done with school and still busy packing/cooking/watching Israeli films/bonfire-ing. More extensive update soon!)