Face sits. Fifth dry. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Four basins take cobalt. Fifth capped, dry, pale, a strip of unused canvas between it and the fourth. Shoulder compresses the pad. Both hands under the pipe. The chain traces.

Forehead in. Both eyes. MARIAM on the hem. The face owns the left.

The fifth stays empty. The sitting occupies.

I will not hang it.