by gerard sarnat
I. â€œWoman Ironingâ€
Rounding Guggenheim’s bend
toward Picasso’s teen masterpiece,
pretending to listen to Audio Guide, instead,
I turn it off to voyeur a high school rainbow.
When the just-in-from-the-boroughs gaggle
stops front of the prodigy, I eavesdrop their babel
as one sober pierced dude
whispers to his crew:
â€œThe bleak blues and grays
weigh down on all working class mothersâ€
— while most others still gossip
away about this about that.
As the herd drifts near
Woman With Yellow Hair, I hear two who
sport pink and purple Mohawks debate
whether it’s zit or tear on Maria Therese’s face.