“Art has to be disturbing.” Marina Abramović
He wrapped his hands around her throat and told her she was good.
This was their mutual understanding.
A feeling of being surrounded in pleasure, an abstraction.
A chorus bleeding into verse, chorus, and back to verse.
Then, and now, a reminder that metaphors are not to be taken literally.
Our mouths numb from atrophy.
When prompted, not quite coerced,
revelations of agency are found.
It could all be about the light or a phrase turned into image –