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This is Your Museum, On Drugs


The painting, center stage:
cherries were his eyes,
peaches, his cheeks,
parsnips hugged his chest,
his nose, a carrot,
and me so hungry,
how could I resist?
no trash can handy;
I placed the leafy top
on a grape-strewn platter,
gazed with satisfaction
at Arcimboldo’s
mutilated masterpiece.



A notional ekphrastic poem.