Blank Slate


I have a box full of paints
but no canvas.

I could make my body into my masterpiece—
slicking wet paint over bare skin
and through my hair

screaming
'what do I have to do?'

If I were covered in paint
would I be beautiful enough?
Would the discerning critics love me
if I were a work of art,
or would I be a dried up
and forgotten portrait—

some crazy painted chick
lying naked on the floor?