she is a painter
artist of and with some degree
dressed as a peasant sans the sombrero,
that off white between dirty and warm,
victim and martyr, fashion and uniform,
her work an element of primary shallowness.
she congregates with island artist
sharing elitist conversation
which never makes them smile,
a dialog of pungent odors
rendering turned up noses,
living a bohemian modus operandi
dipping herself in self pity and superiority,
my God.... she wears it well.
through this facade
around her persona
darker and deeper than I care to view,
not some suv driving Georgia O'Keeffe
but a bitter mother more beautiful than
her children.
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