THE MEDIUM IN THE STREETS

The green eye sees what the other one won't name. The red stitch above the brow is not a wound, it is annotation. A mark made by someone who refused to let experience pass without documenting it. The gold grill is not excess; it is the original meaning of the word adornment; the decision to turn the body into something that reflects light back at whatever looks at it. At the chin, a blue teardrop and a pink smile exist simultaneously, with no contradiction, because anyone who has ever been both at once knows they are the same frequency at different volumes.