My finger are always covered in blue
flaked with blue paint and ocean water
wild wind and brush strokes
I used to think my eyes were gold
yellow specks gently mixed into the
hazel green
but they've turned blue
two peering creatures
hungry, curious
starring
always starring
When I watch people
my mouth is often a little open
as if trying to swallow their
reflections
breathe in their essence
so I can capture them on paper
cover them with my paintbrushes
know each of their lines
Don't you know?
I'm not shy
I'm not scared
I just have big blue eyes
And I'm sorting through too many shades
in my mind
trying to mix the right color
the one that is welcoming and warm and
right
just right
But I have no knack for organization
So I wonder if I come off as too bright
or too solemn
I can never find the perfect hue
always muddling up color charts
And I don't know whether I'm
impressionistic
or abstract
or just bland
I just hope there are some walls out
there
willing to hang this mess
Artist willing to teach me their color
charts
Ones who look at my blue stained
fingers
and hold up their own color stained
palms
