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MoMa

By Ashely Diaz—


Your hearts perfume


Was subtle


Vanilla like


Plain like honey dew


You knew me but


I didn't know you


Funny: how we got here


Staring at art and models,


women’s bare concrete breast.


The colorful cow decorated wall


You got me...


The moment you grabbed my arm


From behind,


And looked down into my eyes


And said your dark pools are filled wonder


Funny: how you made me into an art show


Splattered with care: abstract:


I had Mona Lisa’s smile


With a torn dress


You saw a masterpiece


I felt blank.


Everyone saw darkness


But you said it was a metaphor for life.

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