The Critic

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The Critic

He sits in the window
blocking me
from the world

bouncing crumbled
half-finished art
off my head.

Taunting me,
“draw, draw, draw,
and still, alien eyes
and a nose that blows
stale air.”

I say to the critic,
“you’re quite pale today,
go now,
and play in the sun.”

art and words

copyright Susan Stone 2018