I have painted myself
into a corner once more.
You didn’t even wait for the
brushstrokes to dry before
pointing out my mistakes.
I used all of my tricks:
chiaroscuro, sfumato, trompe l’oeil;
I drew blood,
scraped the canvas until it was etched
with sorrow. You stood in front of me,
half-heartedly critiquing my work of art
with a smug smile, a gentle nod of the head…
and there you went, moving on through
the gallery to make your final purchase.
I will not paint myself for you again.
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