Wanted to know about making art and telling the truth.
—Rachel Blau DuPlessis
I should have moved forward a little bit,
like five years,
read page fifteen,
came back home.
Come back home
and buy a bunch of purple tulips,
very tight ones
that last longer.
Time travel makes
tulips last longer,
makes them tighter, after all. But
what got squeezed
into? That almost unforgotten
page from over
fifteen years
ago. How does
almost unforgetting
happen? The French
have a saying about it,
if not an actual theory.
I left the tulips in the
Museum of Visual
Honesty.
As I lie here,
dying, do I
still wonder?
Now what kind
of mantra is that?
