i haven't come out yet and i don't know how else to say it especially to my mother, the nurse my father, the electrician my brother, the politician my sister, the wise *** i don't know how to say that i have an affection for words i have been hiding the paints under my bed and staring at the guitars from outside the window unable to resist how hard the urge is to touch
i am a closeted artist yet to come out and admit that i've had an affair with a few museums and paint brushes
that i have been memorizing poems from before i could read committing some verses to memory as my mother recited them to me softly before bed
and as i stand here waiting in the closet im sketching a small butterfly on the wall next to my coat ill most likely wear to the off broadway show tonight.