One morning we both forgot how to speak.
We painted bold colours
in thick lines
to express ourselves.
Overnight it rained.
We spent the day laughing because we had put the canvas outside.
We wanted it to dry in the nightair
We wondered if it was nocturnal.
The next day we did two things:
in the morning we laughed,
at night we cried.
and the whole time we wore masks
to hide our blank faces.