i am as elusive as wind and shadow.
a dark-haired woman who wanders through a forest of dead trees in a tattered white dress. a woman devoid of arms, who might resemble the venus de milo. a woman with the skin of a snake. a hot-tempered european who speaks several languages and plays the cello as though she were melancholy itself. an incredibly large amazon who could pummel me on a whim or an incredibly small midget who could ride on my shoulders and whisper secrets into my ear. a wordless woman who speaks to me with her eyes. a sightless woman who sees with the tips of her fingers. a soundless woman who paints her thoughts onto a canvas in vivid colour. a mature distinguished woman with icy eyes and silver hair. siamese twins who know no shyness. albino triplets who know even less. a long-lost half-sister from a long-forgotten past with ivory skin and a burning curiosity. a silent troubled girl who can disappear into shadows. a vinyl-clad wheelchair-bound mathematical genius with a palindromic surname. a woman with a pretty scar for each day of the year. a woman who writes her secrets down on little pieces of paper, then burns them before they can be read. a woman who cannot stop crying. a double-jointed belly-dancing gypsy who can solve complex trigonometrical equations while moving every muscle of her body in a separate direction. a well-built contortionist/throat singer who can twist her body into geometrically impossible configurations while operatically singing in a four-octave vocal range. a woman who would put on a white satin wedding gown and defecate onto a perfectly polished crystal plate while staring directly into my eyes. a caramel-skinned princess from a far away land who possesses the desire to share with me the arcane secrets of her culture. a mysterious stranger who's secrets are never revealed. a woman who possesses the ability to move objects with her mind. a woman who can pass herself through solid objects. a sad lonely girl who hides the scars beneath her shirtsleeve and wonders if there could be anyone out there in this desolate barren world who could ever understand.
the foolish and the curious are invited to come visit me at www.blackroom.ca