Val Drew wonders why the painter’s palette is absent of color…
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when i was a child
you told me plainly
“i will paint you
the sun.” and i
craved that warmth.
then you said
“after i finish
the stars, my dear.”
and will you
ever finish the
stars? i see
you, highlighting
the ursa major
endlessly with your
brush, after i grew
up, after years,
no yellow on
your palette.
Author’s note: This piece was specifically written for “Mum’s Garage”. The idea for the poem is that companies keep rehashing / rebooting art when they could be making new art [i.e. Disney] using a metaphor of a painter and a child.
Direction to the Art Dept was: “endless repetition / bad copies”
About the Author
Val Drew [they/them] has been worming out of the Earth for a while. They are a young, queer, fat, and autistic creative in Eastern Massachusetts. Their work is featured or upcoming with Fifth Wheel Press, BULLSHIT LIT, Delicate Friend and Exist Otherwise. Find out more at helgaki.crd.co.
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