To the Artist's Page To our home page
To Emma Alvarez Gibson's previous piece To Emma's next piece
Never Just maybe once while handing something to me. I forget now what. Your massive hand, dry from clay, foreign with forbidding coarse black hairs, rested on mine for longer than necessary. Juxtaposition raced through me, filling every empty space. Blood rushed to my face. Your silence and blue eyes, roiled with dark, together named me woman. Whorls and loops imprinted deeply, indelibly.
To the top of this page