[Here are the prizes.]
[Behold his ribbons, his golden fleece, a mounted bear, the heads of his foes stacked in descending order.]
[Scalps.]
[Art is a thing he wins.]
[The artist does not include the lifeless meals between each laurel berry. He burnt his toast, he forgot his sweater, he noticed her lipstick matched the piping on a new handbag. He did not go to Norway.]
[The artist will exhibit only his Saturday nights.]
[When he wasn’t waiting for you.]