- Vol. 03
- Chapter 08
Considering MyselfSelf goes through me, studiously
and I am character, unassailable age, and local colour.
I am an interesting fact.
Obliquely, I offset my backgrounds.
I assert my right to belong inside a frame
while blaming it for its narrow considerations
such as an expectation of beauty.
I will not stray into pseudonym.
Nor are wallflowers necessarily coy.
All flowers are walls, and faces flowers too,
and selves will not be surmounted.
A brim of shadow is a partial veil,
and what’s not covered counters my discretions,
a red to temper vanity.
(I give nothing freely, which is not
that I give nothing).
My mother said only childless women
I make no claims to propagation
here: this is an endpoint,
or a threshold.
This is only a picture,
steeped in hues
which will compost readily.
It is texture:
a dissonance of complementary colours.