By Madison Date: 2002 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.03.22.38.21898]] |
I thought about your soul today and painted an iris on it. Deep chromatic blues with softer shades of powder spilling over to be touched. You tilted with the wind. I flicked the light on in the day and walked down the hall to the green room, looking through the window for words to mark the boundaries of how beautiful you are, as if I could sieve them from water flowing to the caves, or dancing up from the winter garden. I thought about you as you sat behind your laminated desk, waiting the three o'clock trumpets to slay the sacrificial lamb on the third floor breakroom of Microsoft; your pipe, the hole in your heart that matches mine. I slip in and out from it, as from my own. I thought about your soul today and painted an iris on it. Deep chromatic blues with softer shades of powder spilling over to be touched. You tilted with the wind. |