(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.