When the earth is filled
with discarded packaging
of our fleeting desires,
what can one wear to the ball?
When the clock strikes twelve,
what becomes of the frock
which served its purpose?
DRESS (2018)
Salvaged
cardboard,
Stockpiled
videotapes,
Surplus
polyester,
Scattered
paper
DRESS (2018)
close up,
Blank
stare,
Blush
lips,
Bleach
hair,
Bound
torso