Milk and Honey

I taste a liquor never brewed -Emily Dickinson

I wash my hands, feet and hair with honey. The drippings from my face fall into a tall glass. Milk is slowly poured in, and with one smooth movement I quickly down it all. The honey conditions me to consume that which is nourishing and sweetly sacred.

April 13, 2012 at 2565 Third Street, San Francisco Art Institute