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    Len Gurts’ Sort of Bougie Pollock Piece

    I lie down: canvas. You drip marks,
    strokes. “These are strokes.
    These are strokes you are
    are you sure?” I lie down.
    I lie down. You are propped up against
    the wall. You are in an easel. I am so happy—

    crafted. I am painting.
    I was canvas before and you made me.
    The world has made me—this silent love.
    I am sure of myself: this hard floor.
    Marks? Strokes? Marks.
    No strokes.

    No you are fixed in the easel.
    I am on this hard floor and I am fixed. These are marks.

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