An ode to Georges Méliès.

Whose book has aged ten years in my bag. 

Cardboard from the dumpster.

Crusty paint cans from the basement. 

A little black room with a tv strapped to a trolly. Push it out of the way. 

Duct Tape. 

An olive light with a broken dimmer. 

My friend, the Prairie Girl with East Coast salt in her hair. 

One. Two. Three. 

Can you lift your legs any higher? 

Yeah, like that. Stay there. 

Ouch, my hip. 


One. Two. Three. 


This is a photograph of Alison Kate Helmer.