inspired by the painting by Maria Lassnig
‘I look at you,
a canvass of interwoven human/animal lines,
flared porcine snout and dark impenetrable eyes.
The vulnerability of your nakedness,
sagging breasts and brush stroke legs,
the hunched state of the hunter,
the confused state of the hunted.
Your crude yet delicate mouth
mocking my stoicism with daubs of thick invective.
Inventive and rich,
a fascinating fusion of reality and illusion,
confronting me in your birthday suit
like some anthropomorphic she gangster,
with a gun in each hand,
one to your temple,
the other aimed at my head.
‘who’s it going to be’ you snarl
‘you or me’