By Julie Flanders
All the woe-begotten, joy-besotted
Debutantes
Wait for him
And what he wants
When he wants it
She is not about to find him
In the archives
Where the history of the world
Hides behind him
And the women who could never
Possess or unwind him
Make a play to be what defined him
They are not of consequence
All the faith-forsaken, overtaken
Hypocrites
Wait for him
Where the future sits
In its bits and pieces
She is keen to see what time
Releases
From the dungeons
Where the history of a man
Comes and bludgeons
Him
And the visions that could never
Cast him asunder
Make a play to be what comes under—
Stood
The way she wishes it would
The way it never could
Once
It had been done
Photo by Issara Willenskomer
October Process 