{"id":27138,"date":"2025-04-03T11:11:00","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T15:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=27138"},"modified":"2025-04-03T23:49:23","modified_gmt":"2025-04-04T03:49:23","slug":"asoss-51-stained","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2025\/04\/03\/asoss-51-stained\/","title":{"rendered":"aSoSS 51 | Stained"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Over Christmas I started making it for him, my dad has a workshop, so I made him a wooden cooking spoon!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>RoosRoast, 10:00AM, 3\/29\/2025<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>a sleight of your hand and the coffee has splashed across the white: the countertop a constellation of heartbeats, the marble annotated with stars. a sleight of your hand, this <em>falling<\/em>. your soul is stitched into tragedy and still i pulled the thread, hanging on for dear life, unraveling us both. the fourth law of physics: inertia is the toil and ecstasy is the reward. my autobiography will spill your name all over the margins, each footnote an explosion of springtime. do you remember the flowers? i wish you would. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>I am learning how to make a cr\u00e8me brulee!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Do you have a torch?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>I have a very big torch.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>West Medical Center, 4:00PM, 2\/25\/2025<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>the fire burns bright blue, a blue that cannot be caged or stoked or photographed. the kind of blue that can be only described by a look&#8211;sapphire and cerulean and the teal from a thick stack of glass&#8211;the kind of look you never forget. i wear your lenses and they distort my vision: they turn you into stars, a bright pulse of glowing light. <em>no one has ever looked at me this way.<\/em> did you ever ask me what i wanted to tell you? a scar in my retina, long after the sun sets, long after i get my answer. there is blood and there is sky and there is nothing in between. a face so white, you would have thought i saw a ghost&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>It reminds me of your mom, because back in high school she used to do it and then she would flip her hair back and I thought it was the coolest thing ever!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Ann Arbor City Club, 10:00AM, 3\/22\/2025<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>we are always evolving, though not necessarily in the forward direction. i met a man who claimed he could change the past&#8211;isn&#8217;t that funny? we can all change the past, if we choose to remember it differently. our neurons are built on a foundation of quicksand, always moving, always drowning; quiet your mind and they lose their tension, sinking, never to resurface. flushed away, a bitter flavor seeping out of filter paper. diffusion, effluence, transition state. a recipe for a coffee stain on a countertop: a sprinkle of indifference and a dash of luck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Over Christmas I started making it for him, my dad has a workshop, so I made him a wooden cooking spoon! 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