Parade 39,5 x 49,5 cm acryl/scratchmarks on linen |
WITHOUT YOU
Just when I
thought I
had you
pegged
pigeon
holed
identified
in the
line up
you
pirouette
out the
door into a new life.
You pointed
out
that a
preposition should not
bring up
the rear of a sentence
right before
what the Brits call a “full stop.”
Which is
what you did. You stopped fully.
Or
sprinkling cheese over the beans
as they
simmered
cutting the
onions and tomatoes
filling the
wraps with all of it. And sour cream.
And a
handful of regrets. And a
half-baked
philosophy of life.
And a bunch
of questions tied off at the top
we’d rather
keep uncooked, rotting at the back of the fridge.
I felt like
an army standing at parade rest beneath the trees
and yet at
peace
with our
warlike natures.
All of
those ingenious transitions
into other
ways of being different
I would
never have thought of without you.
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