Behold
I agreed to sit for the portrait because Picasso was your favorite. I assumed you’d paint fractured planes, a body in distortions and angles. I wanted anonymity with my fifteen dollars per hour.
Abby said you were kind, not creepy like some others in her life drawing class. Posing nude was never on my bucket list but rent needed to be paid and my ex was slow with the alimony. He told my lawyer he couldn’t stay organized without a woman. I tucked my feelings about that under my tongue.