Frances Leviston for Tyler
It seems to matter I use a Zippo, not the taper’s monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco’s talented horse though couldn’t name his rider –
but what’s not authentic at the Virgin’s feet? She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled. She knows the wick is burning.
Frances Leviston - I've posted this before but I like it so much, and it is congruent with today's photo.
for Tyler
It seems to matter
I use a Zippo,
not the taper’s monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white
over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco’s talented horse
though couldn’t name his rider –
but what’s not authentic at the Virgin’s feet?
She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled.
She knows the wick is burning.
for Tyler
It seems to matter I use a Zippo, not the taper’s monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco’s talented horse though couldn’t name his rider –
but what’s not authentic at the Virgin’s feet? She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled. She knows the wick is burning.
It seems to matter I use a Zippo, not the taper's monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco's talented horse though couldn't name his rider –
but what's not authentic at the Virgin's feet? She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled. She knows the wick is burning.
