What's Left of The Resurfacing of Memory | 2015
Silver gelatin prints

Tap my Head,
              Tap my Heart,
to see what I can see.                                                                       

The tiniest seed that could not grow
is still stirring in my brain.    

         Look at me
              in the eyes;

Said Ubuntu and I cried.

       Breathe in,   
     Breathe out,

                 I'll open my ribcage wide.
And what would I be if you weren't all living in my spine?

I stood there until the hot water

                                                                  ran

                                                                            out.