nevermind + poetry.

if i painted a picture of myself

would my ribs cave like mountains and melting glaciers, would my stomach concave or convex

would i paint my hands tiny and fragile, weak skin and sinew strung over bone, worthless like maybe they're already decaying

would my thighs touch, would my legs sway in the gentle wind

would the colors be blue, or green, or red

would i get the shades wrong and color everything black

if i painted a picture of myself

i am a little afraid

that it wouldn't even be

a work of art