Sweeping in the nude (not
naked) has other implications
laid over hardwood. Who
gets to say when
a book’s a book isn’t
my question. Beneath
the chaise, the curvature
becomes pronounced. I may
be too modest to chase it out.
nude
Nude
Nude Imagine a pocket door of glass
block. Imagine
an etching of a figure leaning
against an ash tree upon that sand
recycled curtain, a drain of cold
water cascading
around her limbs. It is
June. It is raining. It is
midnight. There is no moon,
nothing to place an image upon.
It is nude.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 