I paint flowers so they will not die.
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.
No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.
I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.