Self-Portrait

Vandal Poem of the Day: November 8, 2016

by Devin Becker
I have never seen
(I have never seen
a painting)
a painting I don’t like.
Even small paintings
(SMALL PAINTINGS), even
small paintings of trees I love.
Also Abstracts made
done by the hands of teenagers.
I want one day
   (one day)
to have a portrait
painted, by a painter,
a painter of no
particular particulars
who will take my face
by its squares and
even out its bits
until the whole of it (the all
of its features)
smooths out and down to
nothing, canvas, and I am
puny, and of no
import,
fascinated
as a speck of dirt
in a small painting of teenagers.
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