Stephanie Duke // Contributor
Anais Bayle // Illustration
one chapter in her book
with volumes before and after
years of work and perfecting craft
now resigned to being “a muse”
behind every great man is a woman
his voice expressing your essence
his mark on paper
his more valuable than yours
shadows so long, no choice but to stand in them
as a sketch, or a painting,
some one dimensional thing.
how many times did he make you
weep before he decided
it was worth the ink to remember?
your image sold for a hundred million dollars
hanging around galleries, waiting for recognition
enough nudes for vito acconci to lay
on a floor for three weeks, eight hours a day
and all he did was talk dirty and masturbate.
ask a man who his favourite female artist is
and he laughs.
partly to fill the silence that says
he couldn’t even think of one.