Portrait of A Successful Artist

as a student,

all the efforts in the wrong places

daughter of my family, blindly loved

as a musician,

meddling with feelings and paintings

possibly of middling talent

as a friend, sweet but cold hearted

a hometown play mate

as a lover,

do not keep my gaze fixed for very long

as a “female”

good looking on borrowed time

as sometimes woman

song poem letter drink

occasional semi-divine entity

maybe a crocodile

I may own

little intellect

perhaps what carries me

is all living


written at the rockefeller library in providence, rhode island