Pen and ink drawing done on a plane while leaving my love in SF to New Orleans. He ended up coming to New Orleans to be with me. We are now still the best of freinds. This goes with my writing here. Please check it out!
December 7th 1992
Peering through with squinted sight into a
locked shut eye.
Do not Listen to the burden of a withered mouth
It will only lap you up with
it’s dry white filmy tounge.
day you will