By Elizabeth Meyersohn
DO YOU SEE NOTHING?
“Do
Do you see nothing? Do
Nothing?”
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your
head?”
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
morrow?
“What shall we ever do?”
When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
painstaking
paint
painting