dear francesca woodman, please respond.
dear francesca woodman,
please respond.
dear francesca woodman,
please respond.
you are the only other on
this planet who can speak
the language of a grieving
face, sucked into the
moonscape of long
exposure - who knows
that, while you can
always return home,
you can never return
to the same home twice.
dear francesca woodman,
you've taught me one
hundred and twenty ways
to remember you, but
not one to forget.
please set down
your camera or
at least,
force the yearning to stop.