Experience

There's a lady down the hall who paints butterflies and insects
There are little statues in the room, she works with clay
And I went in there and I sat on the couch and had something to drink
Then I noticed one of the statues had his back turned to us
He stood there brooding poor bastard
And I asked the lady, "What's wrong with him?"
And she said, "No, I messed him up in front, sort of."
"I see," I said and finish my drink, "You haven't had too much experience with men."
She laughed and brought me another drink
We talked about clay, death of Cummings, art, survival and so forth
"You oughta know more about men." I told her
"I know," she said, "Do you like me?"
"Of course." I told her
She brought me another drink
We talked about Ezra Pound, Van Gogh, all those things
She sat down next to me I remember she had a small, white mustache
She told me I had a good life flow and was manly
I told her she has nice legs
We talked about Müller
I don't remember leaving

I saw her a week later and she asked me in
"I fixed him," she said
"Who?" I asked
"My man in the corner." she told me
"Good," I said
"Want to see?" she asked
"Sure!" I said
She walked to the corner and turned him around
He was fixed alright
My god, It was me
Then I began to laugh and she laughed
And the work of art stood there
A very beautiful thing