COSTUME
Color on cloth you were going to wash anyway.

NIGHT 6 OF 31
The yard becomes a studio with weather. Music is loud and kind.
Color on cloth you were going to wash anyway.
A brush behind the ear. A smear you did not plan.
Sheets on the fence, paint pots that are washable, leaves pressed into the wet.
The yard becomes a studio with weather. Music is loud and kind.
Flatbreads with too many herbs, and fruit cut into bad flowers.
Mint and honey, cloudy on purpose.
Hand drums and a guitar that knows three songs well.
Paint a sheet, not a person, unless they ask and the paint is the washable one.
The sheets get hung at dusk and the fire lights them from behind.
Color everywhere, and then the dark makes it glow.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Hattie has paint in her eyebrow and calls it composition. Leo is still choosing a color. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You in colorful paint-marked clothes at an outdoor mountain studio, hanging sheets, warm dusk, guitar nearby, joyful, no text.
STALL
Four colors. Comes off skin. Does not come off enthusiasm.