a painting of my girl libie

a big radiating roundness of joy

waves and rays and vibrating and colors just barely there from the intensity of light

bedsheets with pale colors and inks washy and pencil drawing big big big as a bed where she slept when we first brought her home

a fabric flung spread onto the surface of the wall, no dimension, no hanging, but removeable, roll it up and bring it to a new place,

maybe just tacks

maybe frayed edges of the linens,

listening to 'this unfolds', four tet.