Museum’s Aftermath
The silk shuddered, coughed
& collapsed upon the vinyl.
Amidst the costumed dragons,
I look for bones and party
favors— The origami map
is crestfallen. Lounging
terribly amidst signature
tattoos, the faded hearts
and hula girl
bleed into their alluring
landscape—a synecdoche—
formed and torn and built
over, shinier than skyscrapers,
pliant as candy. Trails
of fingerprints meander
over discarded spikes,
twisting into cursive
along the nape, tres-
passing’s elaborate script.
by Jenna Cardinale and Bruce Covey
For process notes, see “Cling.”
Categories: Mutating the Signature
