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The Work of Art

In the museum garden, Katrina climbs Heizer’s “Eight-part Circle.”
It’s rough and sparkled granite,— her salted fingers, 
smear these monumental questions onto her just-washed face.

Her father yells, “No. That’s art.” 
This—likely— not the first betrayal: her stubby hands and toes
pulled from her mouth . . .



A circle and its order disassembled, stacked
in blocks. Her crawling reconstruction.

That’s what I’m talking about.

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