Everybody could use somebody

Lovers entwined.

Family of origin

Slowly dissolving

Into new landscapes.

Trying to paint

My own artwork

As if I am Claude Monet.

Dead ends and scratched

Out stencils

I throw our backdrops

Out and go on to the next

And the next.

You can’t hush an artist.

Scribbling out faces

Aching for you.

Aching for a family

Of creation.

Dabbling the colors

Trying to paint

My own work

As if I am

Completely in control of


Wanting to draw

Lovers entwined

A brush of fate.