A patient etherized upon a table—
A road you’ve taken.
Eyes shut mouth open
Face inclined to a pretty angle,
Mewing the right noise or no noise at all.
I lie like statuary
A fallen caryatid, perhaps,
Or the twist of a Pietà
Draping the sheets just right while you pee,
Hide the mound of my belly,
Display the curve of my hip.
I dress like painting
Bacon to shock you, Monet to lull you,
American Gothic to meet your mother—
Lichtenstein to thrill your friends.
My hands are dancers for you,
My legs speak Gehry, Liebeskind, Lee
Maya Lin puts on my lipstick,
My reflection in a knife.
See me beautiful.
whipchick would like to be Guggenheim Bilbao, but she's really more of a cake in the rain.