The problem of hands

And how to fill them

is the problem of cigarettes and paint.

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First time I felt my undoing

was in front of

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a painting-Sam Francis, I believe.

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Oh, his bloomed out, Xanax-ed California.

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I liked the word guard, but you know

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we made each other

nervous, standing too close

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for everyone concerned. All art being

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a form of violence

as a peony

is violence.

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Here you come

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with your open hands.

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Louise Mathias

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