When I See The Women In The Galleries With Short Hair And Bright Trousers 

I feel

my utmost 

comfortable 

when surrounded 

by artworks

speaking to

me 

in riddles 

their words

capturing the sense

of what I’ve

always wanted to say

I just wish

to God

that they can

hear me 

uttering useless 

encouragement 

into the paint

spattered tears 

of another. 

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