A foal had been born,
had emerged on thin stilts
from the tobacco barn,
and with woodchips stuck

Painted over and over
There was never abuse
The Hump Mt. Mansfield
Painting and teaching

I think, “The moon is mine and all the craters are mine.”Then I begin to think, “I am covered with drizzling grief.”, “I have all the ice blue sinning birds.”, “I control the sea.”, and “Everything sticks out of the sea.”

Becky and Lucy
can’t be treated surgically. Depression:
whatever came for the crumbs. He missed

What are aesthetic values and why do
there appear to be lesser & fewer of
them? Quick: define the difference 
between arpeggio & Armani. The baby
cries because the baby likes crying.

I don’t even want to speak of her, anymore: I don’t even want to admit she existed, once. If I’d had my way we’d have buried her deep in that gash our researches left in the garden: put her down when we brought what became, with additions, the effigy up.