Aunt History once read a story
About a man who bought a sketch
By a famous artist—then
Erased it
She loves that plot
She too wants to erase things
Loves the idea of art so clean
It’s still in the imagination
Even if the paper
Is soiled
Even if what’s left
Is imperfect—
It’s still suggestive
A dancer’s finger tip
In the upper right hand corner
She thinks how she’d erase that also å
Planet of the Blind 