i doubt i'll be painting daisies
like the others in this home
who can't recall their names
but please dear heart
smother me in gobs of paints
to keep my thumbnails caked and cruddy
don't scrub my sweats of muddy colors
and all that goop i used to flush
into our kitchen drain
can you hear my dear that i am here
but i can't cry in colors
like we used to share
_____The Poet SPIEL
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