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We stop in front of the stained glass

of Abraham raising the knife. 

Who is that, you ask, Elijah? 

The exhibit goes on

for another five white, sterile rooms. 

Behind every work of art 

lies an uncommitted crime, 

Abraham grasping Isaac’s hair. 

It’s the season’s hottest trend, 

an ongoing crisis of representation, 

populated by ghosts & old men. 


I have a hole in my head 

I want you to fill with a tongue kiss.

H o w i e   G o o d

An Uncommitted Crime

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