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nude
from top to bottom, like a
root,
she stretched across the entire
canvas,
eyes, petals, closed
~ arms ~ melting ~ beewax ~ liquid ~ imitating
water ~
outside the
frame, you could see
her stretched legs
white,
snowflakes
her flawless body ~ it
seemed to expand
right
before your eyes, like
a deerskin stretched
on a wooden log wall,
in a hunting lodge,
and
to keep from falling, she was clinging, here and
there, to a few nails, as if she
was a spider that underscored the
importance
of roots,
*(and, what if this power weakens, even when you are on a canvas?
and what was held together can fall apart like a silk veil blown by the wind.)
Copyright ©
Maria Mitea
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