…about myself

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Bianca’s writing prompt #3: Compose a detailed description of yourself using only lies

“blue Jean: self portrait”
acrylic on denim: b&w

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my hair is burnt straw & breaks

always between my nipple & navel.

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these eyes are opaque, flat,

unable to roll or close.

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my nose is a removable right angle

I inhale only what I desire.

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this mouth—a backslash,

my words cut like daggers.

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this body, beneath my half-fingers

is a one-way road, no side street

or bumps or valleys.

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I have a tubular neck that’s good for listening.

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I am blind.

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I have never seen myself.

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worrying the grave

[photo source]

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(Rodney M.  Davis & all who protect)

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remember

when we were kids

& our fast bodies were stopped

by a sudden chill?

mama used to say

it meant some body (or thing)

was worrying our grave;

how we’d look across the road

at the cemetary

to our family plot

slingshot & marble at the ready.

once it was a deer nibbling,

her fawn sheltered inside the tent

of her stilt legs.

I remember

I loosened my grip on the slingshot

& you chastised me for having a soft heart.

a soft heart…

I wonder what you said

when you saw me:

body stilled, limb-less,

my heart you swore you’d harden—shattered

like glass.

I. am. freezing.

someone is worrying my grave,

is it you?

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reflection

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“revealing”
charcoal & chalk on parcel paper

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you own this moment.

your exquisite flesh polished

& on display.

not an eye bashful,

you are glorious in your dance,

butternut hips wading

outside the lines.

in this light

reflecting from your lips,

eyes speak truth:

you are shamelessly

full of yourself.

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