Must start writing stories like poems,
as always, saying without saying,
telling
without telling.
Speak of desire, of rejection, of disappointment,
of the breakfasts and the endless clouds,
of the illusion and the deception of August,
of passion, shame, nerves, blood, pain, air and wind,
the waves,
the concert, the night—
but above all, speak of dreams.
Of the good and the bad you told me.

You think you know me better than I do,
but honey, I know myself better than you know you.
The witchcraft and the spell you’ll feel—
or not.
And
merely the uncertainty.
Was the time spent on you something lost,
a lesson,
or someone dead about to cross over?
A moment looking at the northwestern sea.
I won’t cry,
I won’t cry for what I’ve learned
but for what I haven’t lived.
We will have time to learn how to make love.

And you walked away because of my madness,
but you don’t know what it means to be mad.

Lucci García’s practice sits at the intersection of image and fashion, investigating the body as a site of identity and representation. Working through a process-based and performative methodology, she understands both image and writing as spaces for thought and political inquiry.

𝟙𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣