First Class

 

 

Because this is movement

And I shiver in fear at judgment

I won’t meet eyes

Of artists and spectators

 

Taking in the scent

Of old paint and cement floors

Quaking in anticipation

Left to ponder a child in a woman’s body

 

Author's Note

Cp. 3:??PM Tue 08/26/08 NM scared, shivering, first paint class, nervous, unsure (Written, Pria)