“Artist”: A poem by Noa Mendoza

Artist

by Noa Mendoza

Paint me the blue in your eyes
A hierarchy of colors and the lines
Of sidewalks chapped and blistered
With too many dreams and too little sky

Paint me your hands and sell them back to gray
Judge my colors, not my voice, you say
Propped on a painted pedestal sits
The sliver of sidewalk melted with sky
Road marks across your wrists

Now you sensitize my pupils and make me look
Past blank canvases and single spots of black
To mazes of patterns and fingerprints painstakingly set
Squint and I can still see blue
Carved and colored and engraved in stone

Paint me the letters of your name
Broken up space made to disintegrate
Reducing everything to what is underneath
For all to remember

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