le,” I say.
y face on a windy day
ing in odd clusters on my cheeks
gainst my skin in the morning sun.
ead like faded footprints
pleasure is often irrelevant.
ssible extent in order to create a piece with
int flecks and fevered brush strokes running in all
s edges, in scraped knees and searing, saffron
am in this opinion.
on the sidewalk, for instance—
otprints across my forehead or the bright
ciate my unique and interesting composition
om between his lips.