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Sunday, May 19, 2019

Poem: To Paint a Stone #the100dayproject Day 48



To Paint a Stone 

If Georgia would have painted me, 
she would paint two stones 
in the high desert, a red dust, 
sage brush, cypress background. 
Look how the light hits its roundness 
a gradient of beige, white, gray, 
look how they ripple smooth and rough. 
My two buttocks she would turn them  
into one of her still lifes, an abstract. 
My body has a life of its own 
cellulite, dimples, fat, it moves 
when I move, it has never held 
a still life, but I know Georgia 
would capture my moments, and  
in doing so, she would let my body go, 
undefined, interpreted like a language 
the world has forgotten how to speak. 

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