by Nadia Lines

by Lola Koundakjian, translated by Nadia Lines

I go to a museum today
and say hello
to the light living there –
what is gone, and imagine
what I can let live on.

I read a book today to remember
an experience that I cannot understand and
cannot have,
to dredge up poetry.

I paint today, I cut
measurements, I cut
pages of paper, I dance
alone, hands on the
hips of my brush,
teasing water.

I make
a self-portrait,
picture in a dirty mirror,
a mask.

Today I make.