from Portraits of the Artists as Their Own Subjects
The screen lit up it was old
she took to foam
the stitching / cloth and it was without form
patches clay Ground
Koji Kondo, 1982 / PVC green paint and astroturf
and darkness on the face
of the Kingdom
and her hand over the cellophane water
her hand over the plush fungi
and her hand over the void
over the Pakkun flower with piranha teeth bared
Mike Lala has published two chapbooks: Under the Westward Night (Knickerbocker Circus, 2010) and [fire!] ([sic] Press, 2011). His work is forthcoming/in Fence; The Brooklyn Rail; Diagram; Rhino; La Petite Zine; No, Dear; and others. He curates Fireside Follies and works with Recession Art in New York. More at MikeLala.com.
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