Chapter 46:
Something's Not Right
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The painting
of Tammie by memory
is just the canvas
washed
in hot pink.
(Meaning it's a failure.)
She didn't even
look human
no matter how many times
I painted over.
Tammie wanted to see
what else
I've painted
when the day's over
so I lied
and said
I was painting feelings.
She examined
the bright pink canvas,
her eyes
an inch from
where the deformed
humanoid
began.
She smiled apologetically,
no comment
about my lie.
I like your paintings.
Somehow
because of that sentence,
no—
because Tammie won't let me
watch her practice,
I drag the easel
to the main hall everyday
and search for things to paint.
Eyes watch
from their armchairs
as I set up
my workspace again—
by the wrought-iron window today.
New canvas,
borrowed stool.
I line the bottles of paint
between the easel's feet.
Dipping my brush into black paint,
someone
coughs behind me.
The small boy with the plastic ear.
Fake.
It's obviously
a fake cough.
What do you want?
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