When Writers Meet Art
Hung Liu, Unofficial Portraits: The Martyr, 2001
Artwork courtesy of the Artist
The Martyr
Lisa Riggin
I do not recognize this shell.
Still, it is familiar –
a thick, old blanket
tattered at the edges,
covering…
What?
Can I taste the flowers beneath my feet?
Will the sun dry my limbs?
there is no center
I am ready.
I am beauty.
I am flight.
whistling axe
glittering sun
Free.
