And I'll Have a Pepper-Shaker in My Cave, So Laugh

Margaret Haines, Nova Jiang, Linnea Kniaz, Hannah Lees, Lila de Magalhaes, Ariana Papademetropolous, Tenant of Culture, Marian Tubbs, Shanna Waddell, Alice Wang, Faye Wei Wei

Curated with Kate Eringer

This is an offering, I picture

it fleshy, as embrace.

Though there are cracks,

my arm extends, something inner

and certain, like curved form of mouth knows, comes without saying,

but this comes with.

As marks determined

and thought with,

still this eeks and sprawls as you might know by now.

That which is made

and here without

language, this is at edges, you look for, and this cannot

speak for, or frame it,

but of the inner limb

And that object you made and thought,

with this offer to seep in, dripping and expose cracks, to speak of and open, with the considered trap

of one thing made not against another,

but here with, through you, so shared.

This as tactile, as whole

And as whole too with what between form

get called cracks, could be called creases, then by breath that joins too as whole beyond this page, these walls.

You by breath meet, in polyphony of it with this, that, the through and

continues, now certain not solid,

knows more, as unfixed and meant

with you.

- Evie Ward