If I was to paint the scene before me,
I would choose a palette of water
in various states of decay, to capture
the aqueous blur of figure and ground

I would need to impart to you
the sense of immersion
but not of drowning

air amniotic

shouldn't my hands be
in every painting?

I lose sense sometimes that
the rectangle before me continues
beyond the frame

they say that 
the world behind you 
does not exist

something to do
with the collapse
of things quantum

once my back
was her front

behind a spooning couple
the world and its reality are twice rebuked

I used my palette to paint her world,
now somewhere she's lost in mine

cc: Chagall 2021