Trees blush more deeply than we can — with leaves the color of the inside             of leaves — if foliage were as red-blooded as five o’clock                         shadow — and if foliage, too, were to hold the inclination to bear the body inside out, to wear skin and bones             — down to skin and bones, to be simply muscle…

2017-8 | Gouache and chalk pastel on paper | 22 x 30 inches