Rhea Dillon for Ottolinger SS2022: HOW TO DETHORN A STONE
1 How to dethorn a stone
2 Take a seedling and place into the ocean’s palm
3 Bring the salt to the surface by reminding them that to float a while doesn’t mean to give up
4 I do give up, however, in love, I come to you like a nymph.
5 scorched in the depths of your
6 fathers cradle I don’t see a heaven.
7 as the white doesn’t see me as clean.
8 I do give up, however, in battle.
9 Broken knee, the bones scarred by many lines
10 Tips pulled from many limbs of endurance, sutured creatures adorned with traces of
11 more fight than flight.
12 Buoyant packs of dehiscent bodies line my memories.
13 Maybe I’m over braiding my fate.
14 Overhead overheard the whispers of mortal creatures
15 unmortal. Slime green with an envy you wouldn’t dare to
16 cloak. Yes, just like everyone else
17 I have picked at the scab of my full heart
18 to see it splinter into traces of
19 stringed belongings. Washed up on the shores of my lovers hip.
20 Lapped by the deep blue tongue.
21 Today I’m pressed, like a woman who knew
22 but forgot for sanity in the unsafety.
23 Beached in the unsafety.
24 Tattooed and tartaned in the unsafety
25 I seek plaid holding no association with a historic clan.
26 Today I’m restored, as if I’d made peace with death.
27 Listen, the yellowed corners of my pages turn to brown
28 to black as I ask: are you looking at how you’ve become
29 two? In the space race for the failure in everything.
30 Perhaps I failed at nothing since I didn’t try for nothing but
31 gladiator streams of mirrored unconscious. Nonsense.
32 Cloaked nonsense you thought you saw in me but
33 it was my twin, my kin joint hipped amongst it all.
34 I say this all to say
35 to be awash in your pink means I suffocate in my brown.
– Collection as seen in words by Rhea Dillon for Ottolinger