I am an artist who can't draw.

I am an artist who can’t draw.

You are the sunshine warming my shoulders 

you are extra sprinkles melting down the sides of a waffle cone

you are the end of a long day at the beach, salt and sunscreen being washed down the shower 

And I am a poet who’s words are stuck in their throat 

you are eyes crinkled in tummy-aching laughter 

you are a coffee shop in a new city, where I’ll order tea and you won’t mind 

you are a familiar story I want to reread over and over 

And I am a photographer who can’t capture your shine 

You are honey sweet waffles on a lazy morning

You are an entire bottle of cherry wine

You are an unreleased song by my favorite artist, an illegal recording

And I am an artist who can’t draw your gentle voice or your sharp mind 

*written April 2022