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