E Y E W E A R, THE BLOG - FREEDOM MEANS BEING UNAFRAID TO WRITE WHAT YOU THINK

WITHOUT A ROOF Good god I'm gorgeous, open      on the operating table, so impeccably pink pearl you could drape me on a hotel heiress,      make a mint. It is a costly transformation: girl to goddess, curve to cosmic pin-up,     star-strong in my homemade aristocracy. The ring, I mean. The one he gave me days     before I lifted like some unfeeling winged thing on a plane that didn't crash.     What's worse I'm well, not huffy, hidden from the day, not having ended anyone,     unsympathetic in the most exquisite way. Nude, open on a billboard in the Amazon     as pythons crawl inside to please. He disapproves: the carefree sovereignty of solitude,     almost anorexic silhouette. They say it's tactless to be happy, living is an exercise     in letting go, existence as a river runs its course rega...