Louise holds a handful of rain and dares me to defy it.
Louise takes my hand and dares me to try it.
These visions of Johanna keep me from going insane.
These visions of Johanna keep me up past the dawn.
These visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
I’m still on the farm though with wifi it all seems like New York.
Thanks for sending along the reviews of your opening.
I felt like smoking while I read them out loud.
I drank a bottle of wine in your honor, one toast at a time.
Last week at my annual checkup the doctor prescribed more sex.
I am on the lookout for a kindly pharmacist.
I’ll say a little prayer for you.
I’ll pray a little prayer for you
because your ambitions are pure, you make truth out of art.
Paint is your path to clarity, riches and monstrous orgasms.
Your eye for the simplicity of a single point is unerring.
Your belief in the line, the solitary line in space, is absolute.
You have become my pale blue dot.
I still have daily visions of Johanna.
Louise makes certain I am awake for them.
My pharmacist calls at all hours.
My HMO approves of more sex.
Even my doctor can be found with a wry smile for one so young.
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.