IULIA GHERGHEI
THE HIDDEN STORY OF A BAD TOOTH
Soon, much too soon
The nude from the painting
Have withered her shapes
The green sofa got smeared entirely
The flowers from the vase tamed
their perfume in sign of respect
The stripes on the wall lost their
sense
A type of despair was chewing the
carpet
The witch from the next room
You know, the one with the sensible
tooth
The tooth that containes all the
storms and spiraled winds, the witch, I say
Was grinning satisfied
Her curses, wet and sharp, had reached
their aim
The nude had the maskara spread all
over the canvas
Her breasts were feeding the painter's slippers now
But, even so, after awhile, the
nude woke up
And slapped the ugly creature
SUMMER IN MATISSE'S ROOM
The nudes from the canvases on the
wall had turned back their faces
The nude on the green sofa is
lavishingly showing all her squares to the neighbours Blasting in shame all the
other round figures on the walls
The cubes reddened their ponty tops
The fruits lost their brightness
The dog barked to the moon
The envy had staled the air
Only the neighbour
shy in his loneliness
Dressed his windows with the
carpets
To save the moon from such horror
TO MATISSE, WITH ENVY...
your nude body on the sofa
makes the walls grow stripes
green is my feeling
like your scarf on your lascivious
hips
free are your breasts
spreading maternal instincts to the
sheets
my envy covers all your nudes,
Matisse
IULIA GHERGHEI
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