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Picasso, Téte de femme souriante 1943

Having spent so long in this one grey attitude

she forgets she ever had that other body, that woman body.

She still smiles with all her teeth.

Her eyelashes have come off in the laundry.

Like an old dog, a good old dog, she is docile, exhausted,

willing still to please.

Her mind a staircase falling down.


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