clouds sweep over blue skies.
retreating indoors i retrieve paint
supplies and canvas, bracing myself.
one swatch, five swatches all
different, it still doesn’t work.
a shrieking vacuum breaks focus
here, stray slash of paint.
music trickles into my conscious
jarring me, or awakening me.
reluctant to answer the door
you, you’re here despite logic.
turn your eyes to me
trap me under your gaze.
not how i remember it.