Monday, December 14, 2020

Thirty-three and a third.

33 1/3


Art may occupy the realm of the spirit, 

but artists do not. 

She mentioned in passing 

that I am as Jude the obscure.

How did I not know this was a thing?

This is a thing?

Now I feel like I’m cheating 

when I look at the Wiki page.

Like reading CliffsNotes on my life

written more than a century ago.

The book report is due yesterday

how can this be unscrupulous?

Artists have bodies as well as souls, 

and bodies must eat.


Markle~

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