Ania Walwicz

The phantom image of ‘home’, of a strangely adjacent England disappears altogether. Another territory arises, a different territory is formed. The map of the Atlas opens up now. The real map obliterates the imaginary map, the phantom map, the severed leg still hurts…oh…oh…oh…

mister zeezee gives me a slipper to fit it’s made of jell and jelly it fits my foot easy say cindy cindy cinderella…

i dream that i have a panther i have a panther now black panther who is my little pet now who is my pet i like it like that how much is this doggy in the window tell me now i was lonely but now i’m not lonely i have a panther with me big and slinky smells catty smells musky to me and soft short fur shiny oily…