Seated Nude Speaks Up

Now is the time

I play the game

of let’s pretend

that you’re all here

to draw my face.

At this moment,

before beginning,

I still have hope that you all

will not

randomly cut off

my head.

my hands.

my feet.

Do you mean to perform

these amputations or

is it fear and lack of skill

that leave my multi-copied, uni-facet self

speechless.

unable to grasp a fork;

helpless to walk away

or even cast an angry,

or tired,

or curious glance

back at you.

You,

all diligent charcoal and eraser

perfecting the sine curve

from my armpit

to my breast

as if

it could

divorce

my breath.