pieces by seymour and heyde
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Collaboration project 1TRANSCRIPT
The picture in the summer with my whisper of a
white sundress he liked the most. “Your legs look like super tan,” he said.
It took me hours to make my hair wave so subtly.
My noseis just a rampfor my snowboard tears to launch off of, twisting and turning into his big brown mug. How canevery morning feel like a rainstorm when the sun still licks my pillowed cheek?
Every morning, in my slippers and kitten soft robe, I’d grind the beans. I’d pull my hair into a wrapping
tentacle braid and wash my pink-tipped fingers in the sink.
Pieces Photos: Kristin SeymourText: Kelly Heyde
The night of his birthday I wore a black dress that almost looked liquid.
He blew out the candles and I watched with a gluey smile and tired eyes.
“I’m going to get ready, I’ll just be a minute.”
Air puffed from his mouth in disbelief at my claim.
A yawn tickled my throat, but I was afraid it would morph
into a scream. I walked away while he swallowed more salty coffee so I can begin
bubble-wrapping myself in fabric and cosmetics.