Bleu - 83/365
Being an artist doesn’t take much, just everything you got. Which means, of course, that as the process is giving you life, it is also bringing you closer to death. But it’s no big deal. They are one in the same and cannot be avoided or denied. So when I totally embrace this process, this life/death, and abandon myself to it, I transcend all this meaningless gibberish and hang out with the gods. It seems to me that that is worth the price of admission.

- Hubert Selby, Jr.

Face Time

Face Time

If you could see the face behind the phone each time you placed a call,
touch the aching fingers that set each part in place
If you could smell in the cotton the sweat from the long coop shop
and taste the dread regurgitated as the foreman passes over

you might decide to invite your slave in,
for cake and talk.
You might ask them is your husband better
how are your eyes
did your son find work
and give answers too…
You might gaze in stupid silence out the kitchen window, you two, shrugging off the clock, ignoring all the calls