Licht

I sit in my recessed chair
and I can hear
dissimilar, adult voices
they talk about
how,
when,
and in what they want to be buried
and I think, what an odd
conversation for a room of strangers
in an art class

yellow-orange
orange
red-orange
red

my brain skips thought of him
Max Bemis is yelling at me
"...should be the consistency of icing"
"spread the icing"
"mix the icing"
fill in the shape of the GOLDFISH snack
just so
I tap my paintbrush to the guitars and drums
a cardiac-provoking thump
that moves me
to another heartbeat
somewhere else

red-violet
violet
blue-violet

I make a mistake
...shit.
kneaded eraser
dab here, and here
later tonight... I'll say
'I love you'
to throw it in his face

blue
blue-green
green
yellow-green

then, you
wishes come
not far behind
frustration
tagging along

smiles

I do smile.

...yellow

the color of Sunshine.

pack up, and leave for lunch