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Sarai Austin

96poems/eye

She wanted me to
photograph my eye
because she wanted
to paint it.
I had been thinking
of taking photos
of my body parts
and had told her so.A thought that came to me
lying in bed flat on my back,
looking down at my breast,
wondering,
would people think me weird
if I photographed my breast,
a pathetic thought really,
when you consider how docile
a breast is.
And then, having
the gift of complication,
as I do, I immediately
began to think of
a hand, a foot.

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