Another World
Cartooning has been my go-to-hobby since I was four or five.
For years when I have to sit, I am drawing.
In a car, as I waited for children, or a husband, I would draw.
My go-to-subject is faces.
Usually women’s.
My men look effeminate.
Because they are really women
With man hair.
I always begin with their eyes.
Faculty meeting? No problem. I can concentrate better if my pen is moving.
My co-workers have learned to ignore my ability to giggle at the speaker’s jokes
As I never look up or express any additional proof of listening.
My principal smiles, as she stands behind me, watching my fluent pen
Doing its dance. She knows I am hearing every word.
While drawing I am in another world, not caring a bit
About the irritations or annoyances of the day.
My imagination is giving me relief from common ordinary things.
I can cartoon page after page, turning them furiously
As my mind picks up momentum.
My pen is on a mighty roar now.
I always start with the eyes.
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