It could be the Tate, the Frick,
the Whitworth, any small space
where art camouflages lust. Beware
the well-placed nude by Moore,
the smooth Hepworth marble, dusted last night,
now lit by a small blinking red light
signalling alarm if approached too closely . . .
–excerpt from “The Art of an Affair” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011). First published in The Pedestal.