Kit Anderson

The ashes of American flags,
Taste like the first few drags,
Of neatly rolled zig-zags.

My Favorite Narcotic

I pinned this flag to my house in Truckee when I began writing my first novel. The flag was new when I pinned it to the cedar siding. For nearly two years I would pass this flag everyday without a thought. I finished the book. I moved back East. I photographed this flag while touring with Mathematicians. We stayed at my old house during our Northern California dates. The flag was still pinned to that cedar siding. It was red, white and blue when I pinned it there.