by Mathew Mcgovern I see a deep forest in the evergreen futon whose wrinkles are brimming with landscapes, little hills written through wavering folds shapes resembling eyes just closed a brow arching in and a large crooked nose indiscript visages won’t deign to define themselves Perhaps these fissures ressemble glaciers stacked, full and monumental or veins and patches of flesh splayed out on this awe-inspiring … Continue reading Futon