Polaroid

 

12/03/2014

Her hair was naturalized to the change in climate but hadn’t given up the qualities

of the hair of idyllic girls in shitty movies about surfing because she grew up down

the street from shitty movies about surfing and sometimes when they both got off

school they would do each others hair. Her skin had the same relationship with the

elements, trading time for color, exposure for tone, love for the color of the most

valuable substances on earth (wheat, gold, mangoes). Her eyebrows were structurally

sound, and appropriately placed over liquid. Her skin is soft and you can see her

throat well enough to tell that is is pebbled and catching like girls throats are for

whatever reason. The metal through her septum is the focal point that introduces

the two lines connecting her nose and mouth that made her beauty hyper-real. Her

neck is thin like a DiTerlizzi elf and her hair is winning a game of RISK with her

clavicle. A black cord crosses from the point here neck starts being her shoulder

and swings across her biological collar into the bronze sheet of her hair like Indiana

Jones’ airplane flying from Busan to Shykment. Her rightmost clavicle is similarly

subjugated by a cream-colored garment that is probably a normal material but in the

photograph appears to be ridged with vertical veins like a bay leaf. If asked, she

could probably provide four or five Native species with similar vein structure and

two digs at the asker for being interested in something that obscure and specialized

and / or a hand applying light force to an arm or torso if the dig was not understood

as being all absolutely in fun. Her lips are ten-minute-old bubblegum and the big peace

signs through her ears are the same color as the metal in her nose. The shrub piece

occupying the background behind her head is vibrantly green with patches of neon

yellow like the tubular light collecting structures meant for wearing to concerts with

bass-heavy dance music and tanned women on ecstasy. There’s a darker green

leaf poised above her left shoulder as if it was just about to get her attention.

 

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Written by Micah Frederick

 

 

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