The house was ablaze,
but I feared looking back.
What if I too were a pillar of salt?
4.24″ x 5’10”
found photographs, metal, wax, dirt
The column of light boxes speak to my religious upbringing and continuous struggle with justifying my leaving home. The poem references the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah in which the two cities are consumed by fire sent from above as punishment for their immorality. I find myself in constant inner turmoil trying to unify my current beliefs with what has been ingrained in me since youth. Physically leaving is possible, mentally leaving never truly is. In the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, I am Lot’s wife. I looked back and I too have become that pillar of salt.