Chapter 39:
Something's Not Right
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In the storage room
where
all the paints
and brushes
and canvases
are kept,
someone
is already painting.
Humming to herself.
Occasionally,
she'll speak,
pointing her paintbrush at the canvas,
stabbing it
with Malay curses.
She feels
my eyes on her
and turns to look.
Fatima.
Her paintbrush lowers—
she hands it
to a non-existent servant.
It drops
and turns the floor red.
'Traitor!' yells
the self-proclaimed
kaiser
of the asylum.
I stand
as still as possible
in the doorway,
hoping she'll vanish
like a dream.
(She doesn't.)
She stands on the stool
she was sitting on.
'Get out,'
she commands.
Our eyes meet
but she's not looking at me,
her eyes
see something beyond.
I don't think
she knows
who I am—my name—where she is, what she's doing.
So I walk into the room,
(ignoring her)
to get an empty canvas
from the back.
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