[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 did not notice her lipstick matched the piping on her new handbag. He did not go to Norway.]
[The artist will exhibit only his Saturday nights.]
[When he wasn’t waiting for you.]