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b e mccomb
Poems
Dec 2016
it feels good to be an artist
my legs itch
the fat little
kid who lives
upstairs wants
to borrow a knife
to cut apart boxes
i give him scissors
and scratch one calf
with the other foot.
my legs still itch
i think it's dead
skin until they
sting up where
i've scrubbed
or tried to scrub
away the past
my mom always
told me i was a
good artist but
she never knew
i'm picasso in
his blue period
and i paint in
one color alone
salt.
the kid hands the
scissors back and
i try not to scratch
try to smile through
cracked winter lips
and split skin
beads of december
sweat all over me
swallow the smell
of burning meat
swallow secrets with
my morning meds
and a glass of cold
heartless blood
and don't ever tell my
mom she was right
that it feels good to
be a ******* artist.
Copyright 12/28/16 by B. E. McComb
#metaphor
#art
#family
#abstract
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