396 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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this will be confrontational
life-size views of grimy bathrooms -
a glimpse of a toilet,
a window,
and a shower pan,
or of a bathroom sink

In the last, he plays tricks with perspective
kind and gentle
i, stand before the fictive sink;
the mirror returning my image,
i see the blank tile wall behind me,

as if i had become invisible
your expectations
at once dislocated and defeated
how can you paint
a confrontation like this?

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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