The artist means to take control: ribboning linen,
preening paint (ochre, ebon, gold!), laying
light in oily waves to an image
he creates: one absurdly out-sized, nude,
hairless man, mounded bellies hung over dancer's gams,
long mauve penis ripening with blood
while eyes once lost in a sea of fat and skin
press forward to command, first the painter,
then those who stand in the gallery gaping.
originally published in Threepenny Review 73
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