The Perfect One | 20 x 16 x 1.5 inches | Acrylic & Resin on Canvas | January 2019

The Perfect One | Original Poem by Magdalena Munro | December 2018

I trust the expiry of your terms but not
the whites of teeth and creaseless tees.
Nor the sting of muted assemblage:

     sprucey colognes when all I want
     to sniff is snow and sweat 

My back blocks the lineup of bubbled

glass tumblers and your shaved chin.

     It is difficult to trust such a clean face. 

   

Give me a filthy beard and hands inlaid

by knocks and nicks —

Patience in swirling lemon

seeds, waiting for rupture.

A kindly moon gushes above our tended

fires as churlish creeks simmer on low.

Ideals rest inside our full bounties as 

we kick off boots and a montage of

to-do's wrestle with nothing.