Paint me like one of your French girls.
Draw me in detail
With my black tears streaming down
And the melted lipstick on my nose.
Spare me the scarcity of covering
And draw what you wish to see.
Look in and depict
The coloring of my mouth
The shade of my blush
The rupture in my soul.
Notice how my arms are bent yet stay straight
Notice the white in between my shoulder blades and my chest.
Take your brush and mix the brightest shades with gloom
Feel my emotion as you paint.
A strand of hair is on my belly
Yet the shade does not match mine.
Take note of the blanket: it is white, not gray
And it covers the red you noticed
Before we began.
Find time to draw the ruffles on the cloth
And the things you don’t see fit to shade.
End with your name.