when

i am an artist
when
i make home with you
when I sign my emails
when i look at you and fall apart
when i cry
i am a master painter
when i hold myself
i am an avant-garde sculpter
when i hold you
i create

i am an artist when i sing when i laugh when i scream
when i hold my grandma's mirror
when i see myself
i am an artist when i lie about myself on airplanes
when i confess my nothing at customs
i am an artist when i breathe when i breathe
(my lungs make lots of sketches towards air before i can really do that)

i am an artist when i smile
i am an artist when i dress myself in shreds of now
when i walk as if to provoke a future
i am an artist when i write on walls in sharpie
stick bright tricks on tables
i am an artist when i
listen