Needing: in the small breath I’m holding,

that from other people’s conversations,

cutoff in my element listen alone,

withered thinner easily grovel or stoop,

to the conventions of others years
who involved my art with money.



Here: a smile is waiting reposed,

it's poor rendering despised,

what bosses her heart,

squeezing paint out in a new way,

the tender old accumulating inside
beauty behind rehab.




Appreciation: what colors work engauge,

my manners strengths to help when,

youths arrow light or dark I can't recall,

your newborn art rage was abandoned.



Portrait: sitting down suddenly slumped,

a coffee shop to hang these up in,

there is that someone or that so-in-so,

worse than mine should I need to compare,

why there are artists asking her to pose.



To age someone: many blinks it takes,

to the light, to the air, in confidence,

I am so aware what it is to make,

things wanting to be sold to this *****,

crooked smile or non-brushed-hair
a window to the world she was remade.