(For Luca while we discuss moving to Boston or getting a cat)

If we were to squeeze ash with all our might it
wouldn’t make us jewelers.

Just because they planted us
with Ivy League professors doesn’t mean we’ll grow
meaningful chapters farmed in porch containers;
remember that most human shit can be certified organic.

If a portrait traced in sand still contains a
structure, I would like to paint you in steel.
I think I would choose wet clay because I would
like to get beat up a bit. Less
breaking, more rolling ourselves flat.
I like the idea of
remaining unbaked.