Book is good. Acrylic on paper, 12 x 19,” 2010—

He cut my hair straight.
That means that this will continue for awhile.
Unfortunately.

Bangs & all.
All I had to do was pay him &
be quiet & it all blew over.

The fact is that I do feel exposed.

I tried drawing with a pencil.
That didn't work.
Maybe I should go & swim.

What do you think?

The book is good at least.

This is supposed to be black.
This is dark.

They wanted me to talk about the art.
I had nothing to say. (Didn't I say enough already?)

There is nothing to say—ask you.
What to say in the fortieth year of this.

I put on Ryan & felt lighter.
But that was not what you were looking for—
you were looking for someone professional.
Not a divorcer.

I am finished with many things but I can't tell you what.
I have to go back & try again, for sure.
But I really don't see it anymore. How can you?

I just wanted you to be simple.
But that was not possible. Go now.
But I don't move anymore.

© 2010 by Felice Tebbe. All rights reserved.