El Esposo

he used to say
an artist had to
be a narcissist.
he stopped cultivating
his painting. she was stuck
with a narcissist & no art --
just replicas of his father.

Sliding away

James Allen, day 11
the author of the book I read
sets the stage for our small group,
Two tables across from each other
lower level of the mega bus from Nyc
In a cold moon, light sliding away from the day
Little to say, we know each other in our own way