Unmounted oilgraph // 5” x 7”

"Your sister had no eyes for me
or so it seemed

College days and furtive glances
unprescient

unknowable roads moving west
with diplomas that bore even less value
than their weight
stuck between photos

of those I'd never see again

and matchstick boxes too sentimental to light

California now, your sister with child
swelling bellies of shut doors
but now and surprise..

furtive glance
unprecient

Your robe descending to the floor
like a bedsheet slipping during a restive dream
of satellites returning a signal
proxy and sad"

Early work.