Painter
my mother said
that I should be a
painter. She told me
my Os were perfect,
and my Is perpendicular
and I could fill the void
of space with my work.
then I handed her this piece
of paper and said
I am.
Copyright © Jacob Plasky | Year Posted 2009
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