To Tammy When as on rare occasion they want to create an artist they will feed it thin then love develops fast but imperfectly and leaves a great selling. They let it live on group hugs and watery conversation. Skinny relatives in dark places filled with folklore and fear, never quite out of myth and nowhere to hide. There are few dinner parties and couch conversation does not venture where it goes. Thin and perverse half grown love is the burning that fuels the selling. Everything flows out, rarely in. The sale is the thing. Those of us who live among the riches of people who know who we are may be immunized against doubt, reared to enjoy and applaud, certain of a place in the eye of God. Sometimes we buy.     ©2006 Don Schaeffer