At the bottom of my farewell,
I found a hundred more.
Take these tears into the kitchen
and drop them on the floor.
Never spoon feed your love, my dear;
you will choke on the leftovers.
Hold my hand at the edge of the table
and kiss me good-bye.
Sew the story's end to your pocket,
close to your heart,
far from your lips.
They don't want to Hear.
Dance. Love. Beautify.
They will watch you Live.
Wool felt "painting" - 2008, 6 x 8 inches.