5" x 7" on Somerset paper with Graphic Chemical Bone Black Ink.
The print was then hand colored with acrylic paint.
(I haven't decided whether I like the black and white version
or the painted version better.)
Marie for Jo-Ellen Truelove You know my Joey, he's a little man. He wouldn't even make a third of me. Well he was jabbing at me, going on about utilities, about the lights and water and the phone. "Marie," he said, "ya gotta shut your mouth. Your sister lives in Maine. She isn't living down the street." As if I didn't know where Linda lives. He stuck his bony finger in my face and yelled about the bills. I hate it when he pokes that bony finger in my face. His face was red. "A bony lobster." That's my name for him. He hates it when I call him that. "Well Bony, why don't you just pay the bills and quit complaining. You're at fault as much as me." I told him. Lobster red he was. His mouth was working up a fit and that old bony finger jabbed away a whisker from my nose. I said to him I couldn't hear a word he said. And then I said, "I gotta make some water for your bills." and went to piss. I hadn't just got seated, he had left the cover up again, when there he was a jabbering away. Well what do you expect a girl to do? There wasn't any way he'd give me any peace. I couldn't even piss in peace. So sitting there, my dress all bunched around my waist, I let him have it. He just bounced into the shower where he knocked the curtain from the wall and landed there surrounded by that plastic organdy he's always after me to throw away.
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