Don't Cry For Me Tammy Faye Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Gazing at a modernistic painting.
reminds me of a Pentecostal sob story.
It prompts me to write
about a tear jerker chef d'oeuvre

Not that I'm meek at heart mind you
but because the tear is black
like a black tear in a canvas
and like a paper cut in the eye

it hurts as confirmed
by the highlighted running mascara
and as Tammy once said,
She felt naked without and that

hiding behind kohl thick layers
was like being a widow blinded behind
a widow's net watching naughty things
between Jess and Jim.