| Because I am a boy, the untouchability of beauty is my subject already, the book of statues open in my lap, the middle of October, leaves foiling the wet ground in soft copper. "A statue must be beautiful from all sides," Cellini wrote in 1558. When I close the book, the bodies touch. In the west, they are tying a boy to a fence and leaving him to die, his face unrecognizable behind a mask of blood. His body, icon of loss, growing meaningful against his will. Copyright © 2016 Richie Hofmann. Used with permission of the author. |
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