Shelley Duvall Captured by Eric Ryan Anderson and Perceived by the Public

Magdalena Acuna
Now, here, I’m out of youth, I’m a woman 		an elderly standing in frame, a cacti palette
A woman of the stretching years
Before, I weighed about four pounds, had tits on my back, I made these eyelashes. Before, I painted on my face cheek to cheek, I directed the pink bungle of tongue
Those brief
intervals where I was desirable, even if only
from a distance
Here I make an outreach to the public, I make a
sagged derelict.
I am a person in a way, taxidermy in another, immortalized as any
dead thing is. I loved myself most in the recording of my laugh, this softness
requires no fuss, no waxy carcass, no prying hands
Just my own bareness regenerating like venison jerky I am mastering wholeness,
practicing mounting a horse who has already escaped from my mouth.