I mutter about
the stupid heels on my feet
and still, nothing.
I've been looked at many
different ways
by many different
men, but never like
a stain on one of
your canvases.
I can tel you paint
because you missed a splatter
of blue on the back
of your hand
and your fingers are long
and slender, good
for stroking a brush through oils,
among other things.
"Watch where you
are going, hipster."
I repeat
with the same
blank look in response.
How arrogant and self-assured
can one person be?
I find it oddly
infuriating and
attractive.
Curse my craving for
cocky, creative types.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoesíaYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
