COMPLIMENTS
I think about you all the time
You are the you here. The object. What’s plucked from the pile and held to the light, to see what happens next: perhaps you glow. You are being imagined, at times and in places of which you are completely unaware. What are you doing there – and where?
from Love is Not a Colour Photograph
You got that hot shit. Boy you’re blessed. You’re the man. You’re the man one hundred grand.
