she showed me paintings
she showed me drawings
at the moment it was horrible

I had to sleep a lot in order
to gain what I had lost of my life
in the intense looking

there’s a lot that enters your body
but who cares if all I have is art

although that was not what we
were doing at the time

I can tell you one thing more

the mountain and the dessert
are images of the mind
hidden in some other place

and a moon that vaguely turns
always in print away
from my vocabulary

and in the confession also
that somewhere out there is
a human identity and a war
the previous tenant left behind

—Arnold Joseph Kemp, 2015