Unbinding Our Secrets
The worries of brassieres and anatomies keep us sullen and sweet.
Peepers’ eyes steal our fire and we sit there as one soft object
amid the ranks of Tom, Dick, and Harry.
We can never turn down the lights.
Unbinding our secrets,
exposure expensive like electricity running old lamps
covered
in nighties of bunny-white purity.
Exposing unveils power
prime
primal.
There should be parking tickets for Peeping Toms.
Poem by Carrie McGath
Official documentation images to come, but for now check out the images below. They were taken at Fulton Street Collective when dropping off artwork.
Unbinding Our Secrets, 2011
Unbinding Our Secrets detail, 2011
Unbinding Our Secrets detail, 2011
Unbinding Our Secrets detail, 2011
Unbinding Our Secrets detail, 2011
Unbinding Our Secrets detail (before addition of the poem), 2011
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