artwork tender_square i'm the one that filled our walls with canvases and prints, plaqued pieces and paint-by-numbers. there is so much to strip, so many threads to unscrew and holes to patch. i asked if he wanted anything, mostly because i can't take it all with me. but maybe it's because i need to let go. he said he likes the blue relief of the rocket sarcophagus, and the lobster finger-painting on white tile, artwork that decorated the walls in my first apartment seven years before i met him. yes, there is "mine" and there is "his," though we seem to pretty much agree on how it all gets divided. why take these frames if i can't picture how they'll fit this new space, this new (old) me? i'd rather he have them and hang them, give a gallery than have it sit in cellar. 230123 what's it to you? who go blather from