By Nancy Lan-Jy Wang nansee@ucla.edu Date: 2 June 1998
The human body is an artwork that is created over and over again. Your tongue an impregnated brush drip-dripping onto my taut natural cotton canvas. Your upper lip, a stick of charcoal between my fingers, soft crumbs smeared across my palm, shiny wet streaks; and your face a smooth brown piece of newsprint I crumple with a shriek.