I submitted this piece to a “Poetry in Public” contest/effort in February. Received my official ‘no thank you, but please submit again’ bcc email this week. 0 for 2 on acceptances this year. But I’m happy enough to be writing pieces I like enough to let someone scrutinize, so I’ll take that as a win?
Last night, my subconscious drew creases on your face and painted your temples gray.
Today, you asked me to leave you be.
Time will turn you into a masterpiece lost on my uncultured senses.
Each gallery I admire a collection of ersatz art. You – wrought and ornate and gilt.