Forty-fourth @ 11:05 p.m.
Painting

We
(The world)
Will survive.
Our stomachs
Sometimes swell
With struggling
Just to be,
Our lips
Sometimes stretch the truth
Till our teeth hurt,
Our legs
Sometimes tire from
Trying too hard,
Our heads sometimes hurt from
“This
Can’t
Be
Happening”
But we’re building
Big
Bold
Beautiful
Pictures
&
The pains we experience
Are the particles
That put the pigment
In our paint.