21 October 2009

Puffy

Puffy (10/21)

Your eyes are wounded - I would balm over your pains -

In the mirror your face watches - a ritual - I take your hands and run
them under cold water - I clean the cuts

The reflection studies the process - a surgeon inside yourself

My reflection also - writing it down

The four of us wrap the room in walls


Later I paint your portrait as you watch re-runs of the Golden Girls - it takes a lot of
effort to think of you nude and smiling