bird
She thinks of herself as between earth and heaven
The aviatrixes’ luncheon
Blue transit
To see without realizing the beauty of our seeing selves
But see me in my garb. The only purpose of life is display.
Her windy day
Her dark apprehensions
Put your hands on your hips
Take big strides. Swing your left foot in front of your right foot, then your right foot in front of your left foot. Blank your face.
In the air above you, your support group will be soaring.
If Malevich had lived in Hawaii, he wouldn’t have painted “White on White”
