By Joseph Fagan
“I am created from nothing” – she says –
“Well, not nothing, but discarded things: A palm frond is my spine, a wicker basket my womb;
I have ceramic jar udders and metal genitalia; the rest of me is clamped together bits of wood and scrap metal.”
“I cannot see through my brilliant eyes
But I believe that you can.”
“I suppose I am one of Picasso’s women.”
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