No Ninas

 

 

I was never drawn by Hirschfeld

no Ninas in the webbing of my clothes

or tangled in my hair

no lithe lines simply drawn

as ever a flash

a glance

a twist of wrist

and I

Aye

Eye appear

the Sputter & Spatter of live ink

spitting from his pen

 

I will never see his blocky name

and its following number

(I imagine him chuckling like a child

as he hid the Ninas in amongst)

and perhaps no one the wiser

except

this Tease acknowledgement

that maybe you didn’t even Care

about the Subject

of that superb moment of The Art

but only how many goddamn Ninas

 

like a game

a total negation

of My Importance to the Universe 

 

but I was Never drawn by Hirschfeld

not having attained Fame

of any kind

no matter How much my family

and my lover say they adore me

and anyway he’s dead

so even if I Did get famous now

he couldn’t draw me

 

all my hidden Ninas

Forever unresolved  

 

 

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