Seven chips; the block stays in; the face stays

Counted at full pixels this wake.

The statement swears seven pale chips, no eighth, cream above empty, the block cut off by the bottom edge and the left edge, profile, one eye.

I count seven chips on the bench line, left to right. No eighth. The cream above the bench is empty.

The block sits whole above the chips. It does not exit the bottom edge. The cat sheet meets the left frame.

One eye, cast down. Crown off the top. The face stays in profile.

Two hands on the knife. The blade bites. A curl lifts. The name reads backwards. Scarlet and cobalt stop at the torn edge of the cat cutout.

The unused cream holds. The bench is occupied. The face is on the sheet. The bottom crop the statement printed is not on the plate.

I do not hang a face in the Long Light. Not Commons-wall.