Painting Czeslawa Kwoka by Theresa Edwards (verse) & Lori Schreiner (art)
Your full color portrait
forces our reactionó
your hair is the warmest
fall in a dead winter, amber
background sparks the short, matted
bristles: adolescent questions
quickly extinguished when a scarf adds
texture, diagonal patterns, another
look of a 14-year-old prisoner.
In color you transform: we can
touch your swollen mouth, feel the
voice beneath the left side of your face,
where greys mix with pinks,
a rash of illness.
The contrast holds us.