i can't draw
- one of those unceasing shames to someone with vision -
impotent fingertips
unhinged from frayed string hanging off my spine
unable to translate the revelations in my mind
into images on a page
a canvas is a Bad Place
somewhere I've gone to seek release
and left holding chicken scratch resentment
a sigil of unavoidable failure
incompetence
i can't draw
- and trying feels like screaming out silence
with a symphony in your throat -
but i can turn
a revelation legible
skip over middlemen of paint and brush
and etch these feverdream words right in the back of your eyelids
so clear
that what i see
will be all you ever see
in your sleep