A Painting I Can’t Remember 7
I recall loneliness is cousinto privacy when I turn the glossypages in a monograph. Long-deadmakers and their quiet study
capture the intangible of a personstanding in a field or looking out a windowalways interior in the exterior.Are all paintings lonely?
I remember that Edward Hopper painteda cartoonish ramshackle row of buildings,an emblem of my mid-twenties when I feltlike a citizen of Hopper’s world, his emptycafé, that goofy city. To remember is to call upthe self I once was, loneliness housed by a boxcalled body made of sinew, the horse stilldeep in the marble. I was wounding and pain,fashion and bad posture. The Hopper citylives in the fabric of those years. It is my portrait,head shaped like an egg. I studied the egg, saidConstantin Brancusi, and everything I…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, November/December 2022