POEM OF THE DAY
ODALISQUE
Like Matisse in old age
I lie in my bed
and dream upon you—
My shadowy brush
stretched out, immense and intimate
in the flicker
of my lust
painting on the ceiling—
Like Renoir, my flushed canvas glows
rose,
sparked by stray freckles
in creamy light—
Like Seurat, so patiently
I dip into an unmixed palette
employing
just the tip
of the brush
to connect
all the dots—
Like Pollock, I drip, splatter
and splash—
This disorder of desire
my assault
on blank canvas
Dana Pattillo, 1993
(PoD 14)
7:17:01 AM 
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