John Biscello

Did you want a bitch,

or a super-heroine?

Or perhaps just a mop

and bucket for sticky linoleum,

for hangovers that crawl

into high-rise offices?

Whatever it is you want

or need,

forget me,

I’m not the “it”

tagged in your game–

I claim me as my own,

sister to the shapeless wind

which calls me away

and further away still,

toward the raw

and permeable unknown.

(Photo by Cindy Sherman)