the cast-offs

         


find me the ones   



                  nobody wants



          or sees


any value in I,  

   


rescue caster wheels


        like abandoned 


kittens I,               


take broken clothespins to my studio     




and               

    and,     




bandage them I,


           give cotton swabs


new bodies  



sometimes I,      


                   bejewel beets     so they might       


feel        



fancy for the first time I,


          dr. frankenstein

these        

abandoned               objects // the refuse  



                 it’s nice.  



              like I,,,          

                        care.



                                     but similar to the dr. I,    


set these creations up



    to                                fail                



they are mended 


              and       

        and


pieced  


    and  

            and 


taped      


    and          

        and

    

wrapped         



    and  and

 

made whole in an,



unsustainable  

fashion  

materials  

       


that begin to end,   


    the moment,  



they are made then  I,  


          put them on, display,


                    for others,      



to watch them fall    


     apart 

       It’s    


                 like


                          a

                               wake     


                                          like   


when I,


go for a run so I,


        can eat an

                            entire


pizza this work,


        is an  


absurd    


            and

                     and    


darkly                 humorous manifestation   


of     

my lovehate        


                        with