5 October 2024
guilt trip
this painting was a life
another person’s life not me
note mine that’s why
I can remember it more clearly
there were
sensible streaks of
carborundum which felt
like sunburn looked and
felt like mild radiation
damage to the epidermis
I could be more specific
more scientific but in
my mind I saw a windmill
and a long chute
with laundry forever
tumbling down it