Spent
months and months, once
on a sofa I’d seen under a tree, driving home
from Vermont, it wasn’t
the sofa made me think of heartache
the disposing of something important, it was
the suddenness of any thought
and then once you’ve had it. I could probably recapitulate
all of the art from the trip, but
shouldn’t. , I will say—and, god,the intricacy of the shot, down
