one lonely sunday i discovered james jean.
i was at home alone and felt suddenly much like
the girl in this picture. glow-soaked.
i was so overwhelmed with his work that i had to
write him a letter.
like many letters i've written, i wrote a kind of poem
in the dark. not thinking he would reply. just
wanting to send an arrow of love.
you know
a billet-doux
but suddenly the sky opened up and the
best thing happened. a thousand butterflies
not only did he reply in kind
but complimented me on an interview
he had just read on pixelsurgeon.
wild luck, i say
wild luck.
