in london on foot away from scanner, so i’m going to attempt another gertrude stein word portrait.
quickly
pausing too long, legs crossed, legs again crossed, tight legs, cold nose, not to touch, to feel inside, the nose and uncombed hair, again, uncombed, she sees grey and wishes more than grey, but grey comforts, legs crossed again, open up, not as a flower, but as a metal object, open up, again.
where is she?
beautiful words gertrude
thank you catherine
for responding to my inner gertrude or outer gertrude
and giving a first experiment
an ear
an eye