In the course of two decades, a medical secretary in 
		Paris persuaded scores of renowned photographers 
		to take her picture.
 
She wove herself, like thread on a shuttle,
Into the story of a country’s art.
She was the weft that joined disparate strands,
The image that flickered through the tapestry.
 
What country tells the story of its art
Through a girl who makes no art herself?
Or does she? Is her image through the tapestry,
Flickering, enough to make a statement?
 
For a girl who makes no art herself
Except herself, in formal pose or naked,
To become, not object, but a statement
Naked or formal posed, what does it take?
 
What does it take in formal pose or naked?
What more than be the weft? Disparate strands,
Naked, formal—why else but art to take
And weave oneself, oneself become the shuttle?

                        

Space Biosphere Ventures
hosted a dance
party for
2000 people
including Timothy
 
Leary who was 
sober at 
the time and Woody 
Harrelson who may not 
have been but the
 
point being 
on the next morning
eight people wearing blue
jumpsuits entered
Biosphere
 
II to begin a
life in an alternate
reality with
hummingbirds
lemur-like primates
 
and unfortunately     
some oxygen
gulping plants
it seems alternate 
was a little too real

                        

Authorities
have yet to determine
his last known residence
 
His clothes were worn, but
not threadbare. Clean,
but they'd been slept in.
 
Near his hand was a book
by Philip Levine,
What Work Is.
 
He was almost touching it,
as if he'd wanted
to read it one more time.