I have painted a doll
On a paper
As white as milk.
When I was painting you with color and
by a rosy gold marker, I drew a black rose.

as soft as foam
as if you have grown bubblehead, and millions of colorful see weed as hair,
Your hair is as light as wind…floating with a group of sea snails,
On the seashore of my brain, I am painting you on my soft palm, on nails, and on hair
At last, you are a painting on white paper,
As white as milk.

Sept 2017, New York