he preps the room--
careful sanding
taping the corners
spreading a drip cloth.
he is ready.
he paints with care
coloring the wall with shallow blues
rich and bloody purples
scared oranges.
and he is almost done.
ready to reward himself with that Manhattan.
shit.
he's painted himself into a corner.
1 comment:
sometimes,
good intentions just aren't enough
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