Fig. 4.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man and His Thought 1889 unfinished held together
by nails through their foreheads | points de repère  
marbled face to chest | leg to gut covered in graphite reworked
with our sloppy handholding | walking to our church Mary Mother
cement cracking in the heat | the village stays silent
socially distant | across a convenience store | rancid used oil 
fishballs sold near the tennis courts | so this is how tall you are 
you said the boots add an inch and a half | sat beside Saint Joseph 
and angels behind the gates | we laughed at our fucked up pasts 
where does the excess of me go | I’m already forgetting 
the specifics of that day which was mostly agreeable 
which may be the problem | when you house memory | outline 

traces of light cracking | we should have made a secret | hid behind their wings

 

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