YW

"'Tis not a Lip, or Eye, we Beauty call, 
But the joint Force and Full result of all."
      - Alexander Pope

a river's stones to keep her safe.
fill my pockets, drown me today.

together, we are a hologram on a hook. 
so will you give my eulogy a chef's kiss?

in the theme of the servants' hall.
we dance like it is always the past. 

this is a memorial device. 
made of plastic rabbit holes.