A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. This page is decorated washi tape displaying reeds in the wind, paper covered in ornate black-and-white designs, an old photograph of a family, and a lot of neon green paint.

By ChloƩ Prat

trumpet,
how loud and clear
your features, joys, speech
appear before me
They stand forth
I place my hand upon you, you be my poem,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you