Faster than she could eat it and then she loved him.
“That won’t always work,” I told Iron Mike.
The teeth are never finally the teeth of love.
One line they conspicuously left out of the original, which I think is relevant to this artist’s interpretation of the poem, is the line about being “sent mad by eyes like a child’s crayon drawing.” That shit happens, I’m telling you. I see it all the time. The art aisle at the Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, is like a surreal cross between Viet Nam and Bellview. They come in. They see the art. They go insane. They buy broken french presses and intimately stained pants. This is the only way to sell a broken french press. Nobody needs them, but the shelves are full of them. Only insanity, despair, poetry, tempera paint.
This is the Goodwill plan: Your madness puts people to work.