Process / by Kat Evans

Assembled quickly. 
Pinched rhythmically.
Crosshatched diligently.

Unnecessary but satisfying - the frosty crunch of fork on grog. 
Paddling,

        paddling,

                turning,

                        smoothing,

                                paddling,

                                    smoothing.

Feeling the weight in my hand, turning, looking, feeling. A line, a plane, an edge - something to keep. 
Paddling,

        paddling,

            paddling,

                    shaping,

                        smoothing.
It dries. The air is trapped. It pushes back. Surfaces swell. 
Paddling hard.

            Smoothing hard.

                        My wrist aches.

                                    The kidney flashes.

                                                    The surface shines. 
A tiny hole to release the air. Inside is unseen. The clay is wetter, softer, organic. Releasing the needle,

the piece

sighs. 

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