Painting Lessons

Written by Tabalith
Art by Andre Moura

If I were to draw you
I would draw one black line
on wet sheets of papyrus
and watch the paper speak

I would draw a line
that goes outside the paper,
snake-like sneaking off to
low-hanging dusty clouds

I would let my finger cut
itself in pieces with the paper
to blend the lonesome black line
with my unnatural redness

You would sit across the room,
your chin at the lampshade,
and stare, with your hands
hanging loosely from your head