3.9.20

 

Harnett-Hargrove / Saffo, Harnett-Hargrove, Harnett, Hargrove



My muse leaned against the brick wall, struck a match on his heal + had a smoke. 

He was in no hurry.


He said, You are not a writer unless you write very day.

i replied, since he is very well educated + thoughtful in his criticism, in the only way he would understand;

i said, fuc you.


He loves that talk.