. . . and then there is the person.
These fingers, thinned and silvered tines,
that thumb's thick thrust, one more dagger,
dimming eyes, unfilled but deep as a spoon,
bid cut to a knife, find matter.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
This poem responds to today's prompt at Magpie Tales: Francesca Woodman's It Must Be Time for Lunch Now (1979).
The epigraph is taken from a note Woodman wrote on an early print: "There is the paper and then there is the person."
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