The LifeArtDance of Liz Brent

A REAL SF Weekend

started on
my Thursday:
ink stains
darken
my pillow flesh
my writing callous

but
late afternoon sun
illuminates red
produce glows
lights up locals

then
in the Kitchen
bike grease
darkens
my manicure
what was the point?

love being both

quiet evenings
raucous afternoons
awake at
3 AM, 5 AM, sunrise

washing day:
shrouded in chill
day of the sun:
aptly named
a blaze on my skin

Dolores

soak it up:

good food + good friends
good food + good friends
good food + good friends