Anna Jackson

For some reason

This was when all the people
I was painting had vegetable
bodies—carrots and turnips,
root vegetables.  Even I
started wondering
what I meant
by them, especially
the post-card versions
I was sending out to friends.
Not being able to draw
bodies very well,
getting stuck
trying to make the hands
and legs look right,
isn’t interpretation.
And when I wonder
what it is that God
can’t draw
to have to make our
capacities to manipulate
and also to escape
so stunted,
well, what sort
of a turnip is that
for a thought, what
is it I can’t really think
to have to end up so
theological all the time?