Jeremy Schmidt on the ways of color
There was a boy and a girl and they were
They were not at the beach or the coast,
these stories end in coasts. They were not at the bowling lanes
which closed early on Sundays or the scooped out hollows of back alleys,
there were no garages or emptied factories, no sofas or sidechairs.
This story takes place in a cube.
And the people in the story, the two of them: they were not named Henry or Dawn.
They had no names and everything was inestimably easy.