Presently I am swimming in limbo
with only a stingy crescent moon for company.
I would like to complain to God
that I am meant to be locked down by gravity,
sympathy, the symphony of sleep.
Would a sunlit room in heaven
be available? A generous expanse of window,
a wall of tropical colors
where I paint an alluring woman sprawled
on a sofa—she counts herself
middle-aged—and along her meaty flank
I smear a shimmer of electric blue.
In a clever broad brushstroke
feathered with viridian, her belly pours
from her ample hips.
Her fingers don’t coyly touch
humid curls to conceal and promise; instead
her hand strokes the rich outpouring
of her skull, her elbow curved and pointed
flames, her wide arm an incandescence.
Her loose breasts like dog’s muzzles
quest for your hand’s caress.
Under her shoulder, a shadow
of wild forest, like the mad night
protecting the vulva’s loud lipstick,
and the melon-flushed throat of the vagina
disappearing under the mute swell
of buttock and the flirt of waist,
but wanting to sing like the other
mouth with its flashy bone billboards.
Her hair has the full attention of the sun
and each tendril is in full rebellion,
and the brush licks her tongue
(or the other way around) stained by
the juice of disobedient fruit.
The nose wants to be painted a certain angle
to show the nostril’s curve and dignity.
But the eyes. Should they be divided
by the nose’s pride or pushed aside, a cubist stare,
searching not for your admiration,
your clever eyes, the whim of your lips,
but for some invisible hope over your shoulder—
The Night Painter
Mary Elizabeth Birnbaum was born, raised, and educated in New York City. She has studied poetry at the Joiner Institute in UMass, Boston. Mary’s translation of the Haitian poet Felix Morisseau-Leroy has been published in The Massachusetts Review, the anthology Into English (Graywolf Press), and in And There Will Be Singing, An Anthology of International Writing by The Massachusetts Review, 2019 as well. Her work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in Lake Effect, J-Journal, Spoon River Poetry Review, Soundings East, and Barrow Street.