When they say
they will fuck you in every hole —
do they remember
how many there are.
Do they count the nostrils
or leave them out.
If they close them —
it doesn’t mean
you’re underwater.
You won’t surface
on the other side of the globe.
Even upside down.
Is the navel a hole.
Depends on its shape.
How much soil
will they find in it.
Don’t confuse
Iraq
with Iran.
There is a difference.
Open it carefully —
don’t break the blade
against the cork.
Don’t hit a tooth.
It will be counted.
Don’t adjust your face
to match the others.
Later
they won’t identify you.
Not by the face.
Not by the navel.
In the flat earth.
The question is not tomatoes.
The question is what we bring instead.
I will be in Venice for the pre-opening of the Biennale and I keep thinking about this.
What should artistic presence mean today?
What do we bring with us?
Curious how others see it.
Tears dripped glitter of cynicism
into the amphora of patience.
They spilled onto the red carpet.
The glitter coated the neck
so thoroughly
that no acid would help anymore.
Too late to squeeze lemons.
Light from the throat
blinded the audience.
Snow on the carpet.
Ukrainian women will make their way through any weather,
no matter what level of snow
reaches the tip of the stiletto heel.
What else do you need.
Red lipstick after the Cold War
melts faster than chocolate from Dubai.
They will buy you in Abu Dhabi anyway.
Prepare the bows.
Lipstick made of camouflage.
Kiss them, gentlemen.
Do not look away.
You cannot wipe it off by hand.
You cannot hide under a helmet.
Memory will not be knocked out.
He smiles at you.
The helmet is removed.
It is a police officer.
Be careful:
he will confuse your butter knife.
Instead of whipped butter,
caviar grains will scatter.
The funeral bureau provides ribbons
with “Miss Sexy”
on the Ukrainian flag.
Did you expect
him to fasten his belt
and look you in the eyes?
No.
He will ask
how your family is doing in Ukraine
before fastening his zip.
“Health to your loved ones,”
the tax consultant says,
while closing the account.
And the caviar grains
are still glittering in the teeth.
Redder than the carpets.
Tie a bow on your head.
Buy a ticket.
Until you hear the crack.
#missukraine #miss
«Gift»
Offered as sweetness, resting on fracture. The Russian sweets fill the crack in the gallery floor.
Site-specific work created directly in the floor of VAADS space, Tbilisi.
Photographed by @i_________________a
«Gift»
Offered as sweetness, resting on fracture. The Russian sweets fill the crack in the gallery floor.
Site-specific work created directly in the floor of @vaads.freeuni , Tbilisi.
Photographed by @i_________________a
«Gift»
Offered as sweetness, resting on fracture. The Russian sweets fill the crack in the gallery floor.
Site-specific work created directly in the floor of @vaads.freeuni , Tbilisi.
Photographed by @i_________________a
