Living Room
Square of sun engraved on the goldtone wall.
Within, shadow of thornbranch.
The lengthened leaves agitate:
constrained hands flapping.
The leafshadows twist like victims.
They aren’t victims.
I have a body, not shown here.
You have a body and may
see such things one day.
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Art
With brave reserve, the painter regards a floor lamp, a plum,
and a pool stick and reacts. The painting comes out in
flamboyant, fearful drag. The Rezillos sound from the speaker.
As in Judaism, the oil lasts far longer than possible.
A painting makes its own luck.