With the star littered sky would you promise me this night
to forget about us?
I have my finger on an emergency escape button
all the time.
It’s so red, so shiny, so tempting,
and it rests in the back of my mind
Don’t come any closer
[or I’ll press it now].
[Ha!] And you think you can coax me
to take my finger off of it.
What do you really know [about me?]
Scarlet scarf-ed traces of time together
with halved black acrylic painted smiles
What do you really know.
Lost in my transient reality in the night
let yourself move to another painting,
forgetting the feelings invoked by the previous.
Promise me you’ll forget.
And I still stand with one finger lingering,
hovering over my sadness free button,
for the next observer of the projected self painting.
