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Painting Bodies

for Becci

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If I had painted myself today

I would have been thinking

of our conversation and how

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you seem to be in two places

at once while I — take chase

in hopes of getting sympathy

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for an aged cheese, long sitting

on the shelf in wait of a gourmet

taster, just like you, someone

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who’s not deterred in the least by

stinky concoctions, can see them for

what they are — real, incased, beauty

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in a tough rind, the skin of this

body politic, the only one evident

to me at this time. “I don’t think

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you understand,” I say to myself after

the conversation has gone on to other

doings. I’m so tempted to say, “What good

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will it do?” But I don’t. Instead I look

for anything that could serve as pigment,

binder, carriers, brushes –preparing.

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As I paint myself today, the body which

is not me, returns into its elemental

unfolding falling back towards the

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natural order of its emanation: water

to water; seed to seed; fold unto fold;

mineral saturations and truth and grit.

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“What/where is that other place you exist?”

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