Like
Matisse
She
paints with words
like
Matisse embraced his models,
cupping
them more in folds
than
drapery,
revealing
the
beating heart of their master’s brush,
its
undertones,
patent
and pastel, gloss,
the
languid pause, elegance,
poise...
brittle,
accomplished,
muted
against the squealing cries of history.
The oriental
in her
reclaims
the dignity of reportage;
the
willful girl presses silk and flower buds
to her
parted lips.
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