I want to be that artist
looking intently and entranced at her subject
in loose bohemian clothes
or the lady that guides
her fashion and poise turning heads
as her squared shoulders move forward
I want to be the insane and tortured poet
scribbling furiously
with a furrowed brow and hunched shoulders
or the beautiful twig of a woman
turning heads and raising pants
with a slender frame and quality fabrics hanging
it seems...
I want to be.
anyone but me.
