all artists want is to create something beautiful
so we created love
we scooped out handfuls of the sun and swallowed them like lemon sorbet ice cream
and the ends of our fingers glowed like E.T. because we knew that home was anywhere but the musty places in our cabinets where we stowed away all of our bad breath and fingernail clippings to keep from looking imperfect
but
we weren't beautiful
and we weren't perfect
so we shined till we
burned ourselves
out