Flax

The magic cloth that hides the body, that removes it from the world of sight without removing it from the world of bodies. In other words, the root of self, a woven cloth, a skin, a pelt, a plait of hair. It is a point at which Earth and body join and other bodies become seeds casts in a ritual story. In life, it makes a body pale: a ghost. In death, it covers a body with a pallor. It takes it over completely. Until then, it is the pleats and folds one wears, teasing death to create privacy in life.

Flax Showing its Pleats in the Snow

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s