Author: Rebecca Sullivan
“18.0
The International Museum of Rape will be a solemn affair, like the church, where I once mis-placed my reverence. Church, though, being it’s own museum of rape, will have to pay dearly”. Ellena Savage, Blueberries
drawing by Rebecca Sullivan
Dedicated to The Tuesday before Good Friday 2020
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time is an incident report
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When I’m old and grey
and I pass away
find your favourite tree
i’ll find it too
and i’ll talk to you
dirty rain;
baby myna
dead on driveway
Portrait of lady on porcelain plate
Pink dresses dancing for clergy
Little fire in a chandelier
I take pause at the edge
of a gallery in branded sandals
one foot off the floor
before the toes of a Persian Queen
summoned AND SO I WILL GO
UNTO THE KING WHICH IS NOT ACCORDING
TO THE LAW AND IF I PERISH
I PERISH I turn
Under the arches of the exhibiting hall
real-life bride performs a pirouette
two men each eye their lens
one on one knee
the other circumnavigating
light in crafted spin
poem and drawing by Rebecca Sullivan
