(for Filomena)
To every sage Adele and every allotted share of bust and marbre and sparkly hair I've ever seen her like possess, and the cutest plaster speech that ever emanated from the mouth of Art as I'd got from day to day ( lips admirably blushing and parting always into nice & nice)--
to you and the fake femme Van Dykes, Cassatts with every fine armload of neighbouring grape-by-the lake wine I've had to taste, I once made the mistake to say, working towards a bit of sweet amitie: "Look! both mind and hearts lose in the work since you really don't need either & never retain over yourself the spark of it, in fact, unaware as you and so many are of the proprietary rights of even the slightest
mark of Art-" and after that, of course, sometimes a cute wry grin, and sometimes a drying up of love & lust of the sad irrevocable type-- since I'm always able to say "goodbye" to lust and bust & every sage Adele!
(2020)