i am staring at the painting
i need to cover over in gesso
to paint over with something
more honest. this lie becomes
too heavy to bear. the colors
too gray and blue and desperate
to explain to passersby
are becoming all we are
and all we can ever become.
i am looking for my brush,
but i don’t need a brush,
only paint, only time, only the desire
to change everything
and forget what needs forgetting