.i know they are there
tree carvings, scars, cutting rituals to bind lovers
or mark time
i move in to catch them
and find something else
in the voluptuousness of trees
secret curves, intimate openings
am i involving myself in the pornographic?
rendering too explicit those things which are secret/sacred?
the curiosity curse of humanity
peeling, slicing, dissecting, uncovering, revealing
slipping easily into murder
i ask a small red bug to forgive me
as i pull away a sheltering leaf in order to shoot her
everyone who makes images is culpable.