Den 1.0 Ceiling Canvas

Beige paint splatters
On things that don’t matter
While I’m matting my hands
Because there wasn’t enough

To cover the ceiling
We were covering

Brushes weren’t useful
So I was spreading it around
With my fingers and palms
Like I had a phantom pain

Hoping I’d mark it up
Enough to cover it

Splattering a shirt
Sweatpants
And the watch
On my wrist

What better way to immortalize
A painting than to write?

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