Saturday, August 2, 2008

Megan Hildebrandt, If you were modest, there was a certain art to hanging out your laundry, 2008, gouache on bristol


I haven't said. At night it's like a silver cloud. It spins fast and you rush away, leaving my quiet hands. In the morning, color--magenta and iodine--find a way back in. You know, all your cuffs know, the loosely threaded hems.

1 comment:

Linda C. Franklin said...

Wonderful combination of image and words. I was whoooshed back 50 years.