Much like the model
in Duchamp’s famous painting,
I’m nude at a table
on a balcony in Montmartre.

Unlike Duchamp’s model
I’m not descending,
but seated at the table
eating Rainier cherries
while skillfully spitting pits
out to the street of cobblestone

I’m excited to be nude
on this balcony tonight
in humid weather, eating
these cherries for my art.
Thanks to Duchamp and to his cubist innovation,
I present my scene from multiple perspectives:
my nakedness at table;
the shine of yellow-red cherries;
pits as they fly from my mouth.