The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009
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The Cups,
bottles, benches, chairs. The perfect studio. Start
a new painting. Change the lineup. Shuffle
the bottles, move the chairs. My heart is
racing. The studio has been recreated, just as
it was. Third floor
(European second). Missed the elevator. Need a chair. There's even
a bed in the studio. Art taken seriously. The painter
doesn't have to go home (interrupts the idea). The lineup
of bottles is somehow different. Every time. How does he
do that. My heart is racing.
Third room in the museum, I see a
chair. Just married and I need a chair. Should have taken the elevator. Only three days of wedded bliss.
Change in the lineup. A woman
circles nearby, notices I look poorly. Hands
me a packet of honey. Some kind of medieval remedy.
She also studied medicine. All I had
done was look at the bed in the "studio." Did
me in. Can't answer
her questions. Coffee, yes, I've had coffee. Cups,
bottles, benches, chairs. Strongest coffee in That's what
they said. Oil of espresso runs through my
veins. Change the
order of bottles, change perspective. Not a
cardiac event, more
of a cappuccino event. And the beat goes on. That's what
they talk about when they talk about decaf. Always sounded
so boring. A life where you always go home. Morandi's
studio so not-decaf. I will study the
phenomenon. De-toxify,
that should do it. Read the tiny print on the
bottles. The new
museum of the older marrieds. No cups, no
bottles. Glasses of
water. Chairs everywhere.
And a bed, especiallya bed. Some things
will not be given up. Don't interrupt the
idea. Sharon
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