found in our basement, a relic of second grade.
Mark at the Pony Club, Buenos Aires.
Cows on the road, horse-hair, hand-drawn niandu, “a mini ostrich that lives in uruguay”(exact spelling uncertain), hen with chicks.
Punta del Este travel scrapbook, December-January of 6th grade
homes i have known
Pillow poem. We three in the patio of Kike: Mark and I looking grumbly, Claire looking irresistibly cute with a pacifier and curls.
Sketching at the Met, Picasso’s Weeping Women exhibition in 1994. I mulled over the problem of these tortured lovers for a long time after. What had he done to make them cry so desperately?
