Remapping 1 - 'Whisper My Name'


each stitch was a body wound

you felt & traced years into     like

an antique camcorder you peer

low & hard & inside


your fingerprints are all

over yourself in the end shaping

shapeliness beyond recognition

a wine bottle of veiled origins


we were known by the colour

of our hair but it’s always fleeting

speech marks effective tattoos


you’ll creep from the gloom like

a stationary china doll then

nothing will happen then

actions feel too simple too

open to interpretation then


artwork – ‘whisper my name’ by sarah mcewan