white on white

white on white

all day fighting back
cement skies and rolling carwheels
calloused fingers and department store hearts
i burn your memory for warmth
fingerpainting figures on my walls
prima donnas with magnets for eyes
(i lick my lips and toss my hair)
tiny dancers with silver flashes of shoulder and thigh
rockstar gods with lyric tatoos
(i paint stars on my shoulder blades
the palms of my hands
and the soles of my feet)
someday you'll open the door on ashes
forgotten brushes
and my self-conscious smile

. . .

not quite how i want it yet, but i'm getting closer. i'm afraid that you can tell when i do and don't have imspiration and i apologize.