Friday, March 13, 2009: On the Street….Dries Skirt, NYC

Here’s what she did with the etch-a-sketch you bought her.
For ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, she twisted

And rolled the white knobs fervently. She imagined
The circular controls on her grandmother’s TV, dialed

In some distant, fuzzy station. She wasn’t creating an image.
With each click and adjustment of the knobs, she removed

Every particle of sand adhering to the screen. When all
The screen was black (or clear, and allowed the black

Of the back to show), she saw it, the instrument
(a needle, a claw hooked to a plastic arm) responsible

For drawing shaky dark lines (drawing by removing,
Creating through erasing, scraping, deleting).