Monday, October 15, 2012

mdccxxxvii

Apparently

     Between the two of us we have four breasts.
                          —Carrie Brownstein on Portlandia

Unfortunately, I can point to things. This brings me
two thoughts. One is the dear who can’t stand my
points. The other is a poem by Kit Robinson
called Evidence. Which can often be found
in the woods near where I grew up.

near where I grew up