A body wrought from the swamp
Purportedly, a ritual declaring self-love—from a cold hole in the earth
Bulrush seeds soften, provide a blanket of sorts, whirl in the winter winds while obscuring my body’s form
Does a body’s disfigurement create new niches for seeds to grow?
And within my arc, a nest of eggs: the longed-for promised land—a family made of geese
An invocation, then; my soul emerging from the swampland
The lotus grows from the swamp

BULRUSH BODY
Gorinsee, Berlin, March 2024
Filming by Orlando Seale
Editing by Jay Simpson