I don’t think of Painter romantically or sexually often but every now and then I hear something and the light brightens. Grief, remorse, and regret work on a dimmer switch, not an on-off switch.
Today, for a moment, a Guy Clark song turned up the dial.
I got a woman I love, she’s crazy, paints like God
She’s got a playground sense of justice, she won’t take odds
I got a tattoo with her name right through my soul
I think everything she touches turns to gold
– Guy Clark
“Playground sense of justice.”
Ain’t that the truth!
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