We’ve been hiding,
Hiding under the snow.
We are pale and chilly and frost bitten.
We are ghosts rattling your tea cups,
Whispering in your hall.
Here is a photo of our friend Lovina Yavari. She is perfect.
Today she is Gilles de Rais, part of a diptych in the planning,
One half of Gilles et Jeanne.
One seventh of our new show that we’re not going to talk about.
We miss you.
Tell us your secrets, one day we’ll tell you ours.