PASTELS
1
Angels in pink silk shoes decorated with rosebuds wandered through the rooms. It was the house of a hanged man. The cat made every effort to appear elegantly bored.
2
A wheelbarrow of weathered skulls stood off to the side, white in the morning, lilac during the day, orange in the evening.
3
The muse was in the woods. She had handed me over to the firing squad. A blond light pervaded as softly as a piano playing.
