pomegranate heart

badgley mischka spring 2023 rtw

posting 2026: imagine, if you will, making a necklace from the bones in your hand. feeling them slowly become mundane, like stones, as time renders them unfamiliar to you. thought exercise now concludes

Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979

“his flesh was soft between another man’s teeth” sounds like a line from poetry about lovers who keep meeting as enemies lifetime after lifetime. but it’s actually a response to a fool mad that a hockey player got suspended 5 games for biting another player hard enough to draw blood

— David Richo, How to Be an Adult

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.          How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses.                    It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,          it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,                  how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple                                                              to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means          we’re inconsolable.                                Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light.                                                                 Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

artist: ana clerici