H, it’s nothing you did. Summers have passed and now you’re longer (taller doesn’t seem right, long is what happened to you) and thinner and you’re sharp as ever, just as shy, just as eager to be listened to. Maybe you will have to go away to find what you need.

One indigo wall and too many Rothkos to choose from. White over Red. No 6 (Violet, Green and Red). Green Red on Orange.

A new book to start work on.

 

New Rooms
Kay Ryan

The mind must
set itself up
wherever it goes
and it would be
most convenient
to impose its
old rooms—just
tack them up
like an interior
tent. Oh but
the new holes
aren’t where
the windows
went.

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