Farryl Last is a 2015 MFA graduate from Hunter College. She has developed and taught undergraduate courses and works in the field of study abroad. Her poetry has appeared in The Maine Review, Entropy, Red Paint Hill, Hermeneutic Chaos, and Poetry City, USA, among others. She once lived in Mantova, Italy, and taught English there.

Also by Farryl Last: Two Poems Portent Aphelion

Farryl Last

to the woman I tried to draw

your hips were beautiful. if you undressed at the front of the room knew how I was not an artist, pigeon-awkward with my drawing, I have a history of trying things I don't understand. your hips were beautiful like delicate-bent birdfeathers. like how I took all those french film courses when I studied romance languages, how I always had to explain no, I'm not studying how to write romance novels, how still always I for a second second guess if the lumière brothers really were named light. I was not an artist, I wasn't a film student either, though I could imagine myself as both in the dry light of that big room packed with artists while I tried to draw fuzzywobbled lines. your hips were beautiful, how I imagined your pockets deflated in the back room filled with charcoal and photos of the adriatic sky. filled with little lightbulbs too. how instead of drawing like the men in the movie I'd rather just look at catherine in jules and jim big-faced projection at the front of the classroom, full of black and white sky. the sky is the fullest thing I know. suns, neutrinos, grapefruit-shaped planets with their lizard skin, doused in mesopelagic light. I imagine you know this too even if you never knew how I stood at the back of the room with my back pressed sunhot on the radiator I have a history of leaning in the wrong place, with the wrong language. see how I sneak little seaside citruses in your pockets? we could stay for a second once the room empties, you my mesopelagic cinematograph bird with my pocket-sized dictionaries and your beautiful hips.

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