by Robert Frede Kenter
You see clothes
Take on different shapes
The body
Changes
The layers
I will enter
The roulette wheel of the sun
Spin in the gambler’s
Quadrants. We eat at midnight.
Take risks.
There is no more perfect evening.
A sandstorm. In the gentle
Balance of your movements
In sleep. What does memory
Create? A little solitude,
More smiling. To not leave
Your side. Then the
Inner dialogue. The dream
Roller-coaster, To the train that
Travels in-patient’s anxious
Imaginaries. Picks up the impatient.
Bundling forth in pastel
A new portfolio of oxygen, bindings
Of rhododendron flowers.
You know
How to
Hurt you know
How to wound.
The Carer is a response to the 'idea' of Sacrifice - from caring to mythologies to family & social order/strictures & ruptures of norms and conformities they rub against each other, ache, form a larger prismatic lens, a visual terrain in words, radiant-fire, i often write about pain, trauma, sacrifice, dysfunction & a lineage of radical/visceral hope that cuts through, that usurps calm surfaces and authoritarian structures, whether internal or exterior.
- Robert Frede Kenter
About the writer:
Robert Frede Kenter is a writer, visual artist and the EIC of IceFloe Press. His poem, The Carer features in Erato's second issue, Sacrifice