February 3

February 3, 2014 Comments Off on February 3

The access of perfection to the page: the way your pen flows so easily over the paper, that’s what I miss about you, waking up to the click of your keyboard keys, the light in the room, the ink on your fingers, oh I can make a noise, and you with your books and art and the absence of perfection, you never believed in perfection, never acknowledged its existence, the closest I ever saw you get is when you saw a painting that you really liked – was it Matisse? – saw it and your eyes widened, the pupils expanding and black and you did not say another word, that’s what I miss about you most of all, the way you can turn absence into dusk, the access of perfection to the page.


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