Collages of 1970
I draw from reality
and fantasize it

I'm exploring my faces
on pictures and in real life
I usually find myself more beautiful

The divine body
of youth, says my aunt
not Morris's naked ape

But nobody notices
whatever clothes I take off
in my chaste longing

for sex, never thought
of nude butts without sluts
armpit hair and scent signals

all those certainties
that I do not experience
As if I'm still a child