B. Downing's Shirt WeaponThis morning I found your sonnets. They don't look like sonnets. I think you're making it up. I should read them again before going on though it's difficult to wait. Despite the care, when you're here we won't figure it out any better. Holes are perfect for making the wallpaper look good, patterns waxed and unglued. Using spackle, or spectacle, might make us more honest. I want to say submerged but not be held to it. There is plexi-glass and a single speaker behind something out of view. The crease wrinkles my world. I roll the ball on the green before the game, paint the gallery walls myself searching for a spot to hang them out. Thomas Devaney |