afternoon sizzled
outside her open window,
through the pavement-
she sat
in a loose smock
staring at a blank canvas
wondering who she is,
was
she, back then
a young girl in overalls-
that’s all
afternoon sizzled
refracting the pavement
up to her open eyes-
she stood
in a frilly dress
staring down, wondering
where she is, has
been
she, back then
barely covered herself in overalls-
that’s all
afternoon sizzled
outside her apartment door
through the pavement-
she sat
staring at blank canvas
rubbing her fingers
through the oils in
a loose smock
revealing her limbs-
open pleasure
she, back then
finger-painting
herself in overalls-
that’s all
she putting
her oil-soaked index finger
up to the blank canvas-
smeared finger-prints,
abandoned brush
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem