by Missy Jubilee
volition/noun – the faculty or power of using one’s will.
When I write a film out
whether weighted with truths,
or expressions of depravity,
it comes from a hollow place
This is my reference point
from which my sense of self
Is exracted and held up
for public display
“Do you feel like we’re getting old” I ask
“Only in photographs” the voice replies
I see life in pictures
They are indelible pictographs
that make forgetting
not easy for me
It takes effort
The making of these films
Is a long walk
along a path
marked by subjective intimacy
It is a best foot forward archive
of who I have been
and who I desire to be
We all run along the tracks laid
It doesn’t matter who laid them
It would be a long list,
so we call it predisposition
My predisposition is to seek
hand me down fantastical dreamscapes
Because I know I’m in love with
something,
but that something is yet to find me
While I wait,
I’d like to declare
my confused and ambiguous fondness
for love
But if I had to write a funeral card for love
It would be a musical card that said…
Maybe
you should have made better
choices
Or listened to different
voices