Pickpoet

Lynn the painter
has started importing
stolen purses to pay for canvas.

Some sleazy Italian who wants to fuck her
pays $700.00 a bag. We

are the fabulous bohemians, paint-splattered
sneakers to accent
the holes in our craft.

Living in lofts
with no hot water. Trusting the universe
to pay our rent. 

Yep, I have lost some weight.
No, I’m not on a diet.
I’m starving.

Yes, I’d love a Nutter Butter. Thank you.

Even the quarter in my pocket
is hungry.

Let’s skip the toll; I’ll
cup my hands and
beg for grants.