In front of the spraypaint counter
someone from my old life
called by my vandalicious
As I buy fuchsia in low-pressure cans
barter about the difference between German and Spanish
because I have no idea
Remembering my clock that hangs with pride
the keepers of my pieces held in high esteem
musing about faces plastered all over paper
the arts college falls under bureaucracy’s dissection
the cats that fought so hard
can never be euthanized
“you have no idea the impact you had.” He said.
“I did my best.”
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