He writes: “It is just simply my bedroom.”
Violet walls, a red tiled floor, chairs
“yellow as fresh butter,” he puts it,
pale green sheets and a red blanket smelling
of turpentine. Lilac doors, orange washstand,
a blue basin — enough color to choke
a skyful of sunset.
–excerpt from “Bedroom in Arles” from To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Ariel.