One of a kind artist's book with chromatype and gum bichromate images and text.
She had been away so long from those rooms.
She knew as she opened the door
how the air inside would shift
how the dust would hang
over wood and faded brocade.
She expected worms
tunneling through her books
moths half-awake in woolen blankets
but she hadn’t pictured the doves,
their bright eyes
watching from a nest beside the mirror.