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devotional
ekphrastic for Modigliani’s 1917 ‘Seated Nude with
Necklace’
eyes shut
its where the mind
goes
and not the mind alone
behind closed eyes
are others
anonymous as I
there’s face of one
loved
a face behind the
brush
of calculation, of
concern
some days a street
pours in
you don’t get away
from this crowd
a roomful staring
least rudeness I achieve,
eyes shut
you might not be able
to see
what have I done
what will I do
there has been time
till now
all acts are of
memory
to count the beads a
comfort
self-confession without
the bones
this is between me
and my making
it’s for someone
looking in
it’s for us today
inspection of an
attitude
everything points to
your privilege
it’s been paid for
you might not be able
to see
but I think you think
you know what I think
I purse
I’m not thinking
I think I’m not
I think that I must
be
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