She is an artist of subtlety, high hopes and imagined spaces.
If I had a garage I would work every day to build a boat.
If you must drive across the state with the dogs listening to Johnny Cash, I would understand, send me a postcard.
If you wanted to dig up all the grass and plant only soft moss I would dig the entire yard up while you were sleeping.
If you were here I would count the freckles on your hands.
Apricot almond cake for breakfast with milk in my chamomile tea.
Bobbie pins of assistance, bobbie pins of patience. my hair is getting long.
We could spend millions on typewriter ribbons.
I never stopped praying.
Maybe thats why things seem to have gone so wrong.
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