A note to Paolo Uccelloby Robyn R. Hjermstad
in your great attempts I would have comforted you, your fingers before bed and held them to my cheek you could know every freckle, map the points between them until they became nothing but compass work while you gazed, solemnly past my face into your solitude. I would have crept there. Despite the human forms awaiting your hand I would have pondered long side you; stared at points, mirrored places, and mazzocchios. © 2007 by Robyn R. Hjermstad. All rights reserved.