I realized for the first time that paintings can make me hungry.
she wore a white turtle neck;
made her red cheeks look really red.
i wanted to tell her;
“you look like an ice cream cone,”
but i knew better or
knew worse.
i stared at the sky instead;
at the way it hugged the land
and so on.
words by steve; broken bats
still the jungle 
I have often wondered how far above my head the sky begins.