To Paint Her Life Was One Solution
after Charlotte Salomon, 1917-1943
As she walks heated hallways, she imagines her mother’s bones — in beveled frames, as scorched
stones, rough surfaces riding inside her throat. Between the wars, suicide was fashionable — all the rage
among Berlin’s modern women — and her mother always loved to follow trends. Charlotte mouths her mother’s
favorite words — when I transform into a ravaged star — and then disappears into her watercolors, paints a stone, a Nazi train car.