dressed for the morning she relaxes was it did he said she unfinished thinking bobs in the rising steam rowing across her lips where were they going what were they up to Everyone had left the table so abruptly! You can say that again! she
said to herself & to the plates utensils cups & bowls that sang unexpectedly in a warm glow of disarray a pastiche of haunting children's choruses & songs
in early music hall styles the luscious colors of the furnishings can impinge the
loneliness Does she dip the apple slices in salt water like we do? the soaked arm of her
silk underwear the soaked arm of her silk underwear
Owen
Painter Seeks Refuge
I linger linger is line plus G.E. in the warm orange grid grid helps you to see of my life as a house- house helps you to see -wife, or kitchen-, or ale-wife, a fish in wife is my refuge bony fish call menhaden I'm a runner and painter did I make that up? Hushed corner This is my painting I can make everything up, the farmchair this is my kitchen the disheveled food on plates, the mirrorlike pools held together by grids in cups, stained-glass deepness collecting warm colors for now within quiet crannies, knives blunted that was the knife that I eyed tines of forks soft as hairbrushes it vanished from sight every surface seeming a cushion this is the room where I lingered or functional apparatus, the chair played house in particular calls me to sit ran every morning before a day's labor on squares and circles longer and longer of food preparation, vitamin-soaked and scaly and stopped coming back
