If your art is good, as it feels in your bones

You will become known

 

Long after your ashes are sprinkled

And all of your senses are gone 

 

Particularly if you cut off your lobe

Or choose for yourself to end it all

 

Note scraps reveal queer love affairs

Poems show in the rubble of fallen walls

 

Fans will become obsessed

Frame you in the brightest light 

 

They’ll say you were a savant

A before-your-time starry night

 

So hold your passions and easels high,

Make your art your wife

 

Love her madly, ‘til death do you part

She will bring you back to life

 

©️ Candice Reineke 2018