Staring at the floorboards,
warm cherry slat knots make
half a bison face.
She stares me down.
Sees I am also in knots.
The stain darkening her ears
also runs from me, trickling through
wood grain hair.
Surrounded by forest, and dripping
sugar bark, everything reminds me
of who I don’t know I am.
Everything almost the same colour
as the hide of her memory
As an already ripe, turning summer.
Sarah Sands Phillips (b. Tsí Tkaròn:to, Canada) is a Red River Métis/British-Irish interdisciplinary artist and poet. She holds an MFA from the Ruskin School of Art at the University of Oxford (2019). Sands Phillips has exhibited in Canada and internationally. Her art and writing have appeared or are forthcoming in tba: Journal of Art, Media, and Visual Culture; Tokyo Poetry Journal; Yellow Medicine Review; NUT: Volume II; and Hart House Review, among others. She is currently based in Tokyo, Japan. She can be found online at www.sarahsandsphillips.com and on Instagram @sarahsandsphillips.
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