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the avant garde fingerprint sketches of marie lescaux

Posted to Action Poetry

friend of picasso
lover of gertrude stein
once got in a fight
with hemingway
in a left bank cafe,
she used to invent
the way she thought
they should look,
india ink on coarse
paper, black stark
twisting lines matted,
in pure white frames,
whatever happened
to marie lescaux
& where is she now
that we need her
to make all of our
desires appear
to be just the
open secrets
that they are?