NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 94

By CATHERINE BOWMAN Trick Flower The mismatched girl sliced up and stacked, divided into three matching cabinets, emerges whole and unharmed, voilà, from the bedroom and parking garage, year after year. She knows how to fit in. Now watch her float like a cloud above the couch every night after dinner. Not good with zippers, she’s an expert when it comes to cranks, churning and turning until she’s flat as a pancake. With her head tight in a metal cage, doves rise up in flight from her pan of fire. A saw illusionist, watch her cut herself in half, then with a perfect crossstitch sew herself back together with the seams invisible. Marvel how she ties herself in knots. Now restrainer, now restrainee, she relishes changing places. As a girl always in left field spaced out. She can catch 92 a bullet fired directly at her with her teeth. BRN-SPRING-2015.indb 92 3/29/15 11:42 AM