1984

I painted a negative picture

of a sun staring at my youth

like Big Brother.

1984 came and went.

My face is in the cage with

the rats,

but Julia holds the key.

My hands go on painting

without color

the surveillance of a rose,

chattering teeth,

an unworn sash.

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