waiting like ink drying
i dont sew dresses, i use some threads to bind and make some poems i don't paint, and i don't draw, but i create art in the brightest shades i don't cook, i hate the heat, yet i know methods and techniques, i cannot slice, i cant julienne, but I'm aware of where to put the knives my feet's both left but my hands write the mirror cracks whenever i try, but i know how to voice my life so i lose on so many things but i have one thing that is mine. one I'm proud that I can do even when my eyes are gone i might not have the gracious strides or the steadiest pair of limbs but i can make exciting lines and all of these i hope you see all of these i want you to see. and tell me that, "your shirt should be displayed in stores" "your artworks deserved to be in galleries" "i want to memorize your recipes" "here's a band-aid for your cuts" "the floor's all yours and ill be here" "ill listen even i...
