Expat Painter in Prague
Let's workshop this poem about an artist, known for detached renderings, becoming atypically engrossed with translating into an oil painting the precise details of a woman at a café in Prague
Expat Painter in Prague
He took her without consent,
chatting below his balcony—
but unlike with other girls
in that café seat, his oil strokes
(unclinical for once) proved
too feral to import details
from new sitters (even
a pink pepper-spray keychain,
electric against the cobblestone).
