i started trying to figure out what exactly i was doing in this improvised twiggy self-portrait, and the possibilities became endless. conducting the orchestra, i thought. throwing out the first pitch at the ballgame. telling my son to get back here this instant. hanging laundry. telling someone to “talk to the hand. directing rush hour traffic. singing in the rain. serving the ball at 40-15. getting ready to hug my daughter when she gets off the plane. thanking the universe for all of you. i’ll let you decide which it is.
winter branches of red elderberry