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lichenbitten's review
5.0
"The light
drains me of what I might be,
a man's dream
of heat and softness;
or a painter's
--breasts cozy pigeons,
arms gently curved
by a temperate noon.
I am
blue veins, a scar,
a patch of lavender cells,
used thighs and shoulders;
my calves
are scant as my cheeks,
my hips won't plump
small, shimmering pillows:
but this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself
thin
between these bones--
I live here."
--Lisel Mueller, "A Nude by Edward Hopper"
drains me of what I might be,
a man's dream
of heat and softness;
or a painter's
--breasts cozy pigeons,
arms gently curved
by a temperate noon.
I am
blue veins, a scar,
a patch of lavender cells,
used thighs and shoulders;
my calves
are scant as my cheeks,
my hips won't plump
small, shimmering pillows:
but this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself
thin
between these bones--
I live here."
--Lisel Mueller, "A Nude by Edward Hopper"
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