Sunday, April 22, 2012

Are they our hands?

Anecdotes are worth more than statistics.
A large hot chocolate with almond milk
snakes its way through my small intestines.
The silver-coated canvas stares at me
black outlines of fingers reaching for each other
I painted them.
the colors fermenting in the palette
are still wet
invite me to paint my future

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