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An artist I know

In Uncategorized on August 8, 2013 at 5:00 pm

Dear Emma,

When I lent you my pants, you wore them.

I asked you to wear them as you painted, and you slashed your turmoil across their Spartan white threads in bright splashes of ragged color. You don’t understand why I now wear these pants with a blazer and boots. I love it, though. Love feeling privileged and special and good because I’m wearing art.

You’re an artist, who I know. I don’t know if you’re a friend. Underneath a warm veneer, our relationship is merely cordial.

You distrust me because I love. I distrust you because you distrust love.


  1. for real though.

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