Wednesday, May 5, 2010 - I tore off the
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| I tore off the
eyepatchand I could see! Do you understand
what I'm telling you? I can see!"
"Yes," I said
"Was it you? It was, wasn't it?"
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I said, "MaybeI've got a painting for
youI'll bring it tomorrow"I'd
take good care of it, amigoI don't think it
matters what happens to them once they're done,
but I also thought Kerry was gonna beat Bush"Oh, verdad, I heard thatWas
it hard?"
A thought struck me before I could answer"Was
the storm hard on Elizabeth?"
"Oh man, awfulThey always scare her, but this
oneScreaming about her
sistersTessie and Lo-Lo, the ones who drowned
back in the nineteen-twentiesShe even had me
going for awhile chanel tote handbags thereAre
you okay? Was it hard?"
I looked at the scatterings of sand on the floor
between the front door and the stairsSurely no
footprints thereIf I thought I was seeing more
than sand, that was just my ****ing artistic
imaginationBut it's all over now
I hoped that was true
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We talked for another five minutesor rather
Wireman talkedThe last thing
he said was that he was afraid to go to sleepHe
was afraid he might wake up to discover he was
blind in his left eye againI told him I didn't
think he had to worry about that, wished him a
good night, and hung upWhat I was worried about
was waking up in the middle of the night to
discover Tessie and Laura - bay bag chloe Lo-Lo, to Elizabeth -
sitting on either side of my bed
One of them perhaps holding Reba on her damp lap
I took another beer and went back upstairsI
approached the easel with my head down, staring at
my feet, then looked up quickly, as if hoping to
catch the portrait by surprisePart of me - a
rational part - expected to see it defaced by
paint splattered from hell to breakfast, a partial
Wireman obscured by the daubs and blotches I'd
thrown at the canvas during the thunderstorm, when
my only real light had been lightningThe rest of
me knew betterThe rest of me knew that I'd been
painting by some other light (just as blinded
knife-throwers use some gucci bag black other sense to guide their
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hands)That part knew Wireman Looks West had
turned out just fine, and that part was right
In some ways it was the best work I did on Duma
Key, because it was my most rational work - up
until the end, remember, Wireman Looks West had
been done in daylightAnd by a man in his right
mindThe ghost haunting my canvas had become a
sweetheart of a face, young and calm and
vulnerableThe hair was a fine clear blackA
little smile lurked at the corners of the mouth;
in the green eyes, as wellThe eyebrows were
thick and handsomeThe forehead above them was
broad, an open window where this man bent his
thoughts toward the Gulf of chanel handbags shop online MexicoThere was no
slug in that visible brainI could just as easily
have taken away an aneurism or a malignant tumor
The cost of finishing the job had been high, but
the bill had been paid
The storm had faded to a few faint rumbles
somewhere over the Florida panhandleI thought I
could sleep, and I could do it with the bedside
lamp on if I wanted to; Reba would never tellI
could even sleep with her nestled in between my
stump and my sideAnd Wireman
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could see againAlthough even that seemed beside
the point right thenThe point seemed to be that
I had finally painted something great
I thought I could sleep on that
How to Draw a Picture (VI)
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