Tough Girl
After Joan Mitchell
by Hannah Nathanson
Isn’t something about it so whatever? A flower pot, a sunset experiment on fire, a tough girl under her bed? The coordinates of what makes all that sound when we’re not home. I am orange because it’s my least favorite color, a cauldron, nostril, tree-branch ladder, octopus upside-down, ghost in a sheet kinda scar. I’m the mountain and what’s over it, the bleeding balloon, the fucking paint. A tough girl underneath, like she doesn’t need poison for a little truth. Isn’t it whatever? Flower pot set fire, tough girl coordinates, sound (at least), ladder kid, ladder sheet, kinda scar. Mountain bleeding, fucking tough girl experiment, little truth, kinda scar. Isn't tough girl kid bleeding? Tough girl kinda scar– whatever. Tree-branch nostril, a like a like on like a like all a, when we’re not home, we’re bleeding. Isn’t it? Fucking experiment, a cauldron, a little truth, fucking what and over it and under tough girl coordinates sound, cauldron paint, scar, at least kinda scar, tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough girl tough tough girl tough girl tough girl, ghost in a sheet, whatever.