Issue Four

Summer 2012



The mirror makes her face a cubist jumble
of planes and angles—fragments wrenched askew:
the mouth is half gone, one eye takes a tumble,
the forehead falters in and out of view.
But no, Picasso’s lines are more assured
and bolder, modeled on a robust nude,
while this pale portrait seems to have been blurred
and cracked by brainwaves maimed or misconstrued.
Alarmed, she peers more closely at deflections
of cheek and jaw—but as an eyebrow breaks,
she recognizes one of those reflections
that neither stroke nor artful brush stroke makes:
her vision has been twisted by the flak
that signals migraine’s merciless attack.



Jean L. Kreiling



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