This book is one of several silkscreened portrait books I’ve made. The text surrounding the picture is the text to my poem, These Afternoons:
You, and the long afternoon
stretched out cool and grey
at your feet,
and the softness of this
hidden sun sky on your arms
and your eyes and the
angle and shape of your books forgotten,
in the grass.
My arms pale
and the leaves on my back cold and still
under the naked limbs of trees and sky.
My arms light and the wet undersides of
fallen leaves heaped here for me.
Only after, when the
day has closed up shop,
do I feel the cold down under my skin,
and the grey light has filled me in, bit by bit.
These afternoons are not long,
they are sinking down into the darkness,
more each day,
under piles of wet leaves.