DAY

She perceives

light

as a paint by

number

leaping into 

a dark two

a puddle

to the hump

oh her breathing

her sharing

the air

I join in

it's everywhere

with her

her abdomen

bobbing

as she stands

looking at

the fence,

ground

the splay

of the light

her wonderful

ass sits

down.

Earlier

I ascribed

her feeling 

to joy

number one

or else

three:

birds, 8

her pink tongue

four

darker underneath

seven

the birds

sounding like

9

and a brown

tree over

there

living

or dying

in the 

blue air.

- EILEEN MYLES

I REMEMBERED THIS LITTLE ENCOUNTER THAT I HAD WITH A RAINBOW A FEW MONTHS AGO. WAS IT PART OF THE MOSAIC FLOOR OR JUST PASSING? WHEN I RETURNED IT HAD MOVED ON. I ASSUMED THAT IT TOO HAD SEEN THROUGH ITS DISGUISE.  

JUAN HAMILTON: GEORGIA DO YOU WANT RASPBERRIES FOR DESSERT?
O'KEEFFE: NO DON'T GIVE ME DESSERT, I DON'T CARE FOR IT. WE CAN HAVE RASPBERRIES IN THE GARDEN WHEN THEY'RE IN SEASON. QUANTITIES OF THEM. THE KIND THAT WOULD WALK ALL OVER THE GARDEN IF YOU'D LET THEM. THEY WERE THERE WHEN I GO THE HOUSE. 

INTERVIEW MAGAZINE - SEPTEMBER 1983

"AND ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE AIRPORT THAT NIGHT I COULD SEE THE MOON ON THE PACIFIC AND SMELL JASMINE ALL AROUND'.

- FROM GOODBYE TO ALL THAT, JOAN DIDION

IT IS GETTING WARMER BIT BY BIT. THE HEAT IS OF THE KIND THAT MAPS ICE CREAM DELTAS OVER CHINS. I SEEK SHADE AND FIND FLOWERS, LINED UP THEY APPEAR TO BE CLOSING RANKS AGAINST THE STEALTHY ONSLAUGHT OF THE SUN.