#06 August 2000, 2000

It began on a cocktail napkin by Nancy Ellis Taylor

a few tense minutesreflection over refractioncontemplating bubblesand the color of your eyelashes wet the small hearti only carry violet pensit bleeds into the beer damplike memory and a new kiss the corner of your mouththe edge of smilei wipe the dangerous illusionand save it crumpled warm close later in the light of littlebeaded lamps alonewith