I was friends with a painter…

I was friends with a painter
he was pretty good, too

we used to get drunk
and talk art

he went to a Rothko exhibit one day
and never painted again

what’s the point, he said

catching sight of the far distant
can be depressing

a life can feel constrained
by the vastness

you find yourself
praying your last prayer

for fate to end it

to send you
one way or the other

so that you don’t have to stare
at the accumulated mountain

of what you will settle for



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