Sunday, July 9, 2023

The painting, draft no. 2

By the time the painting comes

I had put on layaway,

The painting I had so much fun saving for

selling for

hawking for

releasing for—

by the time the painting comes,

the painting of the tree looking from the

roots up

that I was so sad when I thought it had

burned in the fire

with all the other paintings

my friend had done

(but it, being elsewhere, had been spared).

When the painting comes

--and it’s coming sooner than I ever thought

it would--

when the painting comes,

I don’t know if I will have space

to hang it anymore.

My house is now so deliciously

empty and free.