Draughtsman Drawing a Recumbent Woman
i.
in this 1525 woodcut print by Albrecht Dürer
visual space is bisected by a gridded device
that se-
vers
the unruly form of Woman
locking Her in perspective
prepping her to be remade
-anew- on the ivory page
a mind is a terrible thing to waste
intellect must be used to heal
heave-hoeing, His hands
will bind and cleanse
will bind and cleanse
the feral landscape
leaving only the rise and fall
of the tide at dusk
leaving only the rise and fall
of the tide at dusk
ii.
i only exist if you see me
i beg of you to look
to scrape at the varnish
to scrape at the varnish
and feel these Hands
they are cold and weak
i long to please
scars line the undulations
of my skin and i will
honor them
they are reminders of its function
fibrous tissue that has lived
to serve
the land of its birth
and i will no longer fear
the body that has cloaked me
the body that has cloaked me
it is me
for at least
a moment in time
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