01.16.2024 1/2

by storm

dear mother, happy birthday

(bears ear, ut)

in conversation with agnes martin as she comes to me at night

“tell me about madness” i say

she cast her shadow and shadow spills out over 

the mountains, she painted and re-painted

“i came here to paint the mountains, 

but my mountains looks like anthills” she said.

she said “i am not a woman”

writing letters to women 

–wait, then make up replies from women