sometimes i hate my name
and others i hate my face
but mostly i hate the way my fingers
fumble over a canvas
and
how like little spiders they are
crawling over everything they desire
trying to claim it for their own.
i'm not sure
what's more troubling
the sense of their entitlement
or my inability to control it.
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