EVERYTHING ELSE IS DEBRIS

pay attention to the things that capture your attention
how the experience of wanting it feels on your skin
we fail to notice things we aren't expecting
like the consequences to your recognition

in a hole that has become, the transparent presence
evidence of you having been lived in
some modest little shift, the notion of another universe
everything else is debris

two concentrations
experiences, woven threads
weaving words, ideas and substances
pulled from our bodies
a commonly exotic tapestry

Mary McDonnell, Untitled, 2007