The
Body
by
Rob Stuart
After
the painting ‘The Origin of the World’ by Gustave
Courbet
Sheet
pulled up over your arms and your head,
Thighs
open wide and pudendum on show,
I
can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.
Maybe
the way that you’re sprawled on the bed
Conjures
this sense of forensic photo.
Sheet
pulled up over your arms and your head,
Your
private parts are quite shamelessly spread-
Living
girls rarely deport themselves so.
I
can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.
Scholars
will say that I’ve simply misread
Details
of technique and content, although,
Sheet
pulled up over your arms and your head,
You
seem to mutely confirm all I’ve said.
Whether
folk scoff or are simpatico,
I
can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.
An
everywoman, identity shed,
Modelling
utterly incognito,
Sheet
pulled up over your arms and your head,
I
can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.
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Rob
Stuart
currently
works as a lecturer in London and has previously written screenplays
for a number of award-winning short films and comedy sketches
for various BBC television and radio programmes. He has written
poetry since adolescence and has his first published work featured
in the forthcoming September issue of Lighten Up Online.
The
Body © 2011 by
Rob Stuart
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