Maria is Present

moving into herself

in slow tears, thin blood spots

between splayed fingers;

flying out of herself

in disciplined uneven pieces;

stealing self with catatonic will,

as she lay bare

to examination, study, contemplation-

others, hours stood by watching her presence:

sublime moments that spill

uncontained in ‘heroic’…

prophets mine

what had you in your mind

when you made Maria

without limits?


P.S: Linked to The Wordle (

P.P.S: Written just after reading about Maria Abramovic (

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