Poem: White Curtains

White Curtains

It is Sunday night
And I am not depressed
I feel happy.

I am no longer dying.
I am living.

My blood is red again,
Not brown.

My hips remember
How to move,
Loose and languid.

My ears hear music
And my mouth
Knows how to laugh.

My hands find themselves cooking.

I hear what people tell me,
They ask me how was my day.

What shift in the stars
or deity
should I be thanking?

My sheets are happy.
The light effuses through
The white Portuguese linen panels
Covering the windows,
Like tropical brides.

The plants all show new growth.
The betta’s tail is growing back.
I thought that I would keep disappearing,
Little by little—
But instead, here I am
Painting my toenails red

And not sad because tomorrow is Monday.

Breathing in and out
Mischievously feeling
Like I have every right to do so.

~Viola Moriarty

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viola moriarty

(American, b. 1958)
Modern Expressionist Painter
2012-13 Recipient of the Pollock-Krasner Foundation Grant

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