Frank Auerbach
E.O.W. on her Blue
Eiderdown II, 1965
I live in a river of blue,
my body naked against
the light.
There is nothing more revealing
than the shapelessness
of my heart—
more frightening
than my expressionless face
formed in layered peaked pigments.
How can he understand me so?
How can he scratch out
my existence with better craft
than I live my own life?
I want sleep more than breathing.
I want to drown in this river,
in the contemplation of reality,
in the indistinguishable
melancholy of my face.
Aleathia Drehmer 2010
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