January 2011
29 posts
The Portrait Draws Itself
sit down
be still
i’ll write you a portrait
careful not to think
you’re a piece-of-shit
relax
don’t hate too hard
i’m on your ears
curving
you can breathe
a mirror is a photo
if nothing moves
i’m on your neck
sliding against the page
who makes you love yourself
move your tongue
say it
i’m on your hands
lift them
who are you lifting
you’re apart from...
