Now You See It
We walk arm in arm on the sunset strip, red at night like a plush coffin lid, like a cartoon heart used as a glyph to stand in for that dread word as I bend over you in my blazer & count to ten. The only hunger that matters now can hide in a silk handkerchief & reappear in a deck of cards: club, diamond, spade. You learn to dig.
In one final transmogrification, I ran the text of our rough draft through Wordle to produce the image at the top of this post, symbolically releasing the words and ideas we’d been playing with. That’s kind of what “mutating the signature” is all about, I think.
Dave Bonta
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