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| smile of a dog |
who is this standing in ugh! boots at the moma's newest exhibit about to put her sweater on? does she have an apartment on the lower east side? did she feed her cat before she left? does she listen to le tigre? i will never know but for now she is mine. she belongs to the story i just made up and in it she will ride the f train back to nyu and unlock the door and crawl up the steps to the studio where julio is still painting. it's what they've been working on, this collaboration, this unity of two minds seeing one thing, that morning they spent on tybee island, georgia when the sun rose while the moon was still up over the lighthouse. they had never seen birds so brave as the ones who roosted on the danger riptide sign. they cawed with a greeting that sounded electric, so eccentic they thought. snap. click. got it in the canon rebel. take it back to the bed and breakfast and see what wants to live on the canvas. |
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