Haha same

My Justin Bieber-esque character J.J. Bebopz found a rogue CapriSun in the greenroom fridge before our show.

An oil painting of a chocolate cupcake with a fluffy pink frosting swirl, topped with a chocolate fudge drizzle and a red raspberry

Raspberry Chocolate Cupcake
4x4”, oil on canvas

Can I just look at my own hands 
Or find a quiet area where tufts of dust have settled 
Where the concrete will scratch your finger if you run it 
Along the edge 
Where they put the trash can and the chairs no one is using 
My body a stack of cinderblocks and drywall

I keep thinking about how libraries smell, like crayon wax and dusty book jackets, old dried ink and paper. It’s a warm smell and it might as well be eternal. The same to me in the 90s, doors so heavy I couldn’t open them on my own. These days I am there by coincidence more than purpose.

So funny, I looked for a half dead cat but couldn’t find him