Milk-tack, sugar cubes, cotton balls, chalk;
coffee filters, marshmallows, artificial
cabbage moths; satin ribbon, tape, flour,
crepe doilies, cellophane, silver glitter,
vats and vats of glue; tongue depressors,
bleached shells, paper towels, almond slivers,
plastic forks and knives and spoons, foam
bowls, pearly beads; xeroxed snow-
flakes, wide-eyed sheep, light-bathed crowds
of saints ascending canopies of cloud;
and however much we wanted, whatever
we could take, matte sheets of card stock—
across which we could draw, erase, draw
ourselves—indifferent, vibrant, blank.