December 21, 2020 3-5 PM

Lilly Taggart will be reading a poem, Knot, she wrote in response to her mother, Laura Cooper’s, sculpture. Come join us for Cava and clementines.

Knot I am the child Tangled up in the belly Reaching into the strings and weaving Each trunk together I pull at pieces that tighten the skin And wrap myself into the inner workings Of the beast I am splayed under the Weavings That cross over each other And into my vision Pulling out points That stitch themselves together Under my skull Imprinting their Tar stained speech Onto my tongue There is a crack Between the space That I can reach And the space that reaches to me And there I can see through the being And into the inner Place Where the tangled form Is at peace Resting in a central Knot That is wrapped up like a fist And pokes its fingers out Only for them to loop Back in

To themselves Cycling through Bone And flesh And fabric I am the child Of the maker My hands Navigate through The twisting form Mirroring my mothers The creature above me Is the child of the maker too Shaped from Her hands Each line That coils through The space above My body Is waiting to be Pulled together By Our hands I trace the lines of the form back to their Core The knot they were Born from The tangled breathing mass That twists out of my grasp As I stitch the skin of it Back together.