The Day After [for; H.F.]
the day after
the landlord
asked me
do you want the crap that was on the floor
the tapedeck
and the tape
sure
i said
when i got it back
and
laid
it
out
there was a pretty
girl
in
her lantern
glowing
red
and
blue
some
scumbled
notes
book
maybe
white glue
obscuring
drying
clear
in
real time
and
a
great
brown
scarred
with
white
ghostly
sketched
canvas
the last entry
on
the
tape:
".. tonight, he said:' pause...i am going to make my Matisse tonight.........
unfinished
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