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Fingerpainting

May 2018.

Fingerpainting

Maybe I should listen to the rain and the wind,

and maybe they’ll be some excruciating friend.

My eyes grow heavier everyday.

Do I want you to stay? Do I want you to stay?

The end of a train, the front of the bus,

the beginning of me or in the middle of us?

Would you put down the knife?

Would you put down the pen?

I swear I have tried to again and again.

What was it you said? I can’t quite remember.

It was sometime in June, or maybe December.

I wish you didn’t look at my art like you did

Like a shit fingerpainting from some kid.

Your brown eyes can fade into black or to blue

I want to, I do,

Yes I want to know you.

Photo.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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