De Kooning, the title caught my eye– Woman as Landscape– yes, also a hollow house, more curator than curated, pastel in affect, but bleached, not softened– In your absence, I become a harsh abstraction– exquisite grit, sand, if this is the ocean– and all that drifting
[Nighthawks — after Hopper] Night renders them toys, people shapes, a yellow glow, how gratifying to see lives in motion– she stifles a yawn, he is looking for something, how safely intimate— there is always a space between all I could say, all that I could love, plate glass, evening air, a catalogue of neon, bent tubes lending a voice to the hours that should not ever have been reached, erratic streetlamps, a passing brakelight ring […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 