Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Artist

I cannot possibly think of you
other than you are: the stranger

of my curiosity. You stand there
in the field, gorging on

conversation like Bateman’s first
confusion between consent and

rape. Oh bedroll, be hollow,
and be moderate. Do not

excite me more than you
have to! I must distort forever.

--Andrew J. Stone

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