(one of lisa congdon’s hand-letterings)

I love Roald Dahl and people’s faces.

I cultivate good thoughts and hardy

winter greens. I’m in Cape Cod, until

I’m not, then I’m in Vermont with fall

arriving fast and cadmium. Ellie loves

cadmium so I learned it, too. Now I love

red like I used to, now I still love purples,

now I wait for days to change here like

they don’t out west; I try my best to callous

fast for winter,  it keeps me layered thick

in lengths of daylight lessening. I’ll shine

my face with a piece of cloth until it glows

like apples on a branch so thick with fruit

it arcs a loop to ground, it touches earth.