Jigsaw Sleeping. A Videopoem.
A beautiful model reads a beautiful poem. It doesn’t get much better than this.
we are two mismatched pieces
from different jigsaw
puzzles
making different pictures
the empire state building
the colorado mountains
steel
and
sky.
we are two mismatched pieces
fitting together
bare
skin
against
skin
making
in the california sun
a whole new picture.
JIGSAW SLEEPING II (I PUT A SHIRT ON SO I CAN SLEEP)
I was alone in bed and thinking of you. I was nearly naked—just those underwear with the pink polka dots and lace that were your favorite. I could feel your hand slinking against my skin, over my waist. I remembered how at first I’d suck in my stomach; you’d lay your hand on my breast. Eventually I stopped holding it in. I could jump out of my skin remembering you next to me, nearly naked, our bodies pressed together like mismatched puzzle pieces – pressed together – skin against skin – by a child with still such imagination as to see the picture we made. You drew circles on my stomach and now I want to say yes, I have tattoos in invisible ink, my skin is littered with them: the memory of your touch when I no longer held it all in.
