Waiting for an Echo

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This collection of images stands as an expression of the harsh division set between childhood and adulthood. More broadly, I aim to challenge the categorization of identity and speak to the ways in which it can limit and corrupt our experience of self.

With a shaky hand I reach out to wipe the mirror clean again, hoping to see the sculpture that

holds some holy ghost understood.

 

But the napkin I’ve used I clench with too firm a grip

and the statue before me is bent into a shape I don't understand.

She is wearing her school uniform.

 

Sentimental tendencies.

 

My mother never taught me how to wash my clothes,

so I will pluck every hair off my body until I find the plaster binding

this fleshy container to its home.

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