it was my big art show opening
the one with my published painted poems
multi-fonted gargantuan words filled the space
beautifully
mine, yes
but not poems
just blog bits picked by a stranger
fraudly hung on four walls
faces i have loved
sketched by one i love
you were there
squared
in black and white
with no words
and in the gift shop
a calendar of photos
mine, yes
but not the ones i would have chosen