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Alexis Rhone Fancher

WHITE FLAG 

 

On Edward Hopper’s painting, “Morning Light, 1952.”

 

No one paints loneliness like he does. Those half-clad women by the bed, on

the floor, hunched over, staring out the window, in profile or from behind,

always clean lines, such worshipful light. The gas station in the middle of

nowhere, estranged couples on the bright-lit porch after dark. Even the boats

sail alone. And the diners. The hatted strangers, coming on to a redhead, a

moody blonde, all of them losers, all of them desperate for a second chance.

This morning the sunlight pried open my eyes, flooded our bedroom walls. I

sat alone, in profile on our bed in a pink chemise, knees drawn up, arms

crossed over my calves, staring out the window. Desperate for you. No one

paints loneliness like Edward Hopper paints me, missing you, apologies on

my lips. Come back. Stand below my window. Watch me beg for a second

chance. Downturned mouth, teary eyes, parted knees, open thighs, that famous

shaft of Hopper light a white flag, if only you could see.

 

 

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