With every stroke a chase ensues
mine is a humble opinion
a composition of unmitigated palaver.
I love all my voices, even those
that mislead and consume.
I am a woman
who merits speculation.
Both beautiful and intrinsic
I pour my light onto a wooden palate,
my curious sisters, my colors splayed
I inspire and solicit.
My hollows and curves,
my touch like the rush of nettles
I have everything to bare
and nothing to lose.
Life is haphazard and unyielding
it carries me to places unknown
my tears scald, my laughter scolds
I am female, undress me.