382. I'D LOVE A RICHTER NUDE

I'D LOVE A RICHTER NUDE
(Painting of a Dead Squirrel, 1962)
Gerhard Richter never trembled so.
Stone cold hard, emaciated relish, with
an awkward reliance on a subdued heart.
No, wait! That cannot be!
It never happens that way.
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The woman told me the one-eyed
squirrel had disappeared. She saw
a massive hawk just lift it up
and go. Talon transportation,
beak-bound transformation.
Life running into Death.