red woman on white belly

i paint you to

create physical, intimacy distance.

our physical becomes a matter of physics.

 

your constant roaming stills

as you focus on your wet, concave belly.

 

you notice we have no full length mirrors.

tall, you peer at yourself in the bathroom.

 

you return, pleased.

 

“cool.”

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