Metabolical forces
will connect the dots
with the shadow
force you have going here
either the force was working with me
let the shadow I
want to inform you of something
work with the shadow
second Nostradamus
work the shadow

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Metabolical forces
will connect the dots
with the shadow
force you have going here
either the force was working with me
let the shadow I
want to inform you of something
work with the shadow
second Nostradamus
work the shadow

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions
photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Bill Hayward
We cannot see the window.
By we we mean we.
By window.
The bruise
lengthens,
dark cloud
horizontal
We are coming open.
The song keeps us close.
We can forget or forgive
Not both.

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions
at future selves.
We are not the same
Movement
We differ
each other
Because today
I decided on the next train
Same dance different
meaning we inflect
each other
We go into
The dance changes
our movement
This same dance
This grammar
we have

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions
dollar in a dance belt
…
We dress like regular people
for ten more minutes
…
which is a collaboration
…
who is up there on the sound
We grow into the dance[1].
This[2] is an
Untitled[3].
As[4]
Poem[5]
Is to poem[6].
We go into the dance.[7]

[1] The dance is ours, we are each other’s, we compose the dance. The note goes next to the word it expands.
[2] “This” is this.
[3] or “Untitled”
[4] The dance between simile and metaphor.
[5] or “Poem”
[6] this poem, for example
[7] This dance. The note goes after punctuation if it has a more extensive field.
Each day at The Intimacies Project, Bill Hayward invites visitors to participate in collaborative portraits. As part of The American Memory Project, the resulting photographs document connections between strangers. Collaborators are given paper, paint, and permission to explore their relationships and attitudes. For more information, go to http://www.billhayward.com.





photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions
This is playing dead in someone’s arms, spiraling on one’s knees.
This is a series of moves. From every slat on the floor, arms outstretched clasp elbows.
This is how to mount one’s breastbone, static for a very long time.
Back to back with lean leg muscle, this is intertwining joints.
This is a series of poses called “balancing one’s calves atop abdominal muscles.”
And this is the extension of four arms. This is two hands clasping.
*
Foot rest on thigh muscle.
Foot rest on back muscle.
Foot rest on black floor.
*
This is backwards into someone else’s hamstring.
Now, a solo performance. Dirty from the room’s black floor.
Now one arm behind the neck then motion.
Some distance by contracting muscles clean wide line.
Pressing one’s hand through the ceiling.
Pressing one’s hand through the breath-colored box.
*
Mime pressing hand through invisible box.
Mime trembling floor with string of pearls.
Mime in white slip extending string of pearls.
Mime choking itself. Mime ties its wrists together.
Mime seduces left leg posing.
Mime pointed one foot tracing circles on black floor.
Mime beneath black curtain.
Mime flying extension with one wrist outstretched.
*
Dancing with dead face.
Dancing already dead.
Corpse in a music box.
*
Image of clean wide line extending toward ceiling.
Image pooling down from hair pooling down from cheekbone.
Image of two circular chapels, one clean wide line.
One clean wide line up ninety degrees.

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions
We are at windows, we are in halls, we
see through glass. We pass the stair. We enter
a movement commitment. We pass inside
outside—touching on trains—this
close. Look in. This place. We
see together. This window. We
know how this goes. We goes.