As for me, I am one of the two Tahitian Women –
Perhaps the one holding the platter of red blossoms
Gazing just to the left of the painter’s shoulder –
The one who looks as if she knows
She is no more than the platter of red blossoms –
No better, no worse.
Sunset light bleaches my cloth mauve
My companion’s turquoise.
We loved cloth.
Sh, daughter, and remember,
I am the one who won’t become
The platter of red blossoms
The one who gazes away
Just past the painter’s shoulder.
* Based on “Two Tahitian Women, 1848-1903”
by Paul Gauguin