Picnicking In Paris
The men are handsome in their suits and ties
The women casually nude
picnicking in Paris in the 1860's.
This must be the new way
Parisians are cultured
Perhaps this is what we should all be doing
I stare at the freedom of the women
They are the lucky ones.
I kick off my knickers; I pull my dress over my head
Loud yelling commences
A museum guard runs up and covers me in a hazmat suit
He leads me into a room with other women who are all nude
Apparently we all saw the same canvas
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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