MY ART IS NOT

 

 

Lickable candy for your emergency sugar rush

Your morning coffee

Ready-made fast food

A big gulp of pink milk

Pretty

Blank or full

Quick

Finished

Holy how my mom thinks it to be

Screaming (until it really needs to)

A single tongue

A single rhythm

Restful until it goes away from my hand

A shopping cart of things you can’t afford

A major scale

A crowd (of people or geese)

Punk rock

The sound of cars honking or a computer mouse clicking

An elevator too small for even three people to fit

Of hate

To hurt you

Of ignoring you or excluding you

Alone

A theory to study or discover

A mirror but rather a door

A sheet of clear glass

Of me

In my control