The length of no is a long sentence. An entirety of you is the blue sky, the sun, the smell of a walk, the stars shared in a sky with a moon which pulls and pushes your desires, your fears. A sea of possibility…a sea to disappear into, pockets laden with inconceivable no’s, drowning in the void of blank black sleep, no dabs on canvas, shaken awake in a hospital waiting room, a guide on caring for your plaster cast holds my attention. “But everyone has gone now”, he says, my skin damp and cold, just an impression left on an unmade bed.
