-My brain boiled over-

-And my hands swiped all my belongings off

The table-

-My thought tapering, pierced like daggers-

This is what I wanted

Of course it’s what I wanted

I was one tracked in mind

Like a -bull-seeing red

And I -dozed- off into my thoughts

The recesses of my mind

To find some sort of comfort

This was not my cup of -tea-

I realized

And all of the jobs in the -pot-

I really thought this was for me

But

I do love it

I would -still- -let- this job consume me

Even -though- it hurt to think of

But in the recess of my bulldozer mind, my thoughts became still like my teapot

Finished brewing

And it not longer

Felt as if I was walking with stilettos

Too small for my feet

Stencil in hand

I am an artist

I am an artist