3:00 I dropped by wanting to see you. I banged on your door until my knuckles bled, thinking it's too damn thick to hear me knock. Were you watching me? through that lens distorting me, my actions maybe laughing? Such a thick door. Such a strong lock. I thought you might open up. I guess you aren't here. Jim |
oil, collage on mounted photo, 20" x 28"
JAMES W JOHNSON