Andy Warhol Woman

Somnambulant
She is,
The ceaseless barrage of body parts,
Made into weapons. A rain of bullets riddle her.
So that she isn't even there.
Only a faint form.
Almost like a comic strip underneath a microscope.
Blobs of colour held together by empty space.
That only makes sense,
If your reading from a distance.

Daniela McDougall
Burlington, ON