SUBJECT>Re: Drawing Stars POSTER>Fletcher Lynd Perkoff EMAIL> DATE>1110995066 IP_ADDRESS>dt091n4c.tampabay.rr.com PREVIOUS>84781 NEXT> IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

That's funny I draw my stars downupoveroverup!

: At the Macaroni Grill, the paper tablecloth
: serves
: as our night pallet. I teach the kids my method
Why pallet? Would palette work better?

: in broken blue
: (not sky) crayon – up down over over down. Soon
: we have
: an army filling time until the saucy noodles
: march in.

: I once filled the margins of my boredom with
: sloppy stars.
: My teachers taught me nothing. Moby Woolf,
: Virginia Dick,
: the angle of an arched angel. My stars had
: wings, faces,
: until everything ran blue. Or black.
Break here maybe...maybe
: Color blind,
: they asked me what I saw in pictures. The
: number 23.
: A bicycle underwater. Moon stars breaking up.

: I trace my fingernail along the skin of your
: back. It leaves
: white lines, updownoveroverdown, that
: disappear. I give
: the ghost stars names, – tail of the hen, the
: armpit
: of the mighty one. Give me all your love. Let
: me sleep again.

You're worth it,

Fletcher