Art

in the art store
where all is sold
figurines
and brass like gold
a pencil drawing
that he picked over
turned and looked
and said "oh, dear,"
I turned and said
"yes?" to him
he picked it up
and with a grin
said "is this you?"
and I grew quite red
for stood a nude
in pencil's lead
I stared and looked
said "no, not me"
and wondered
in complexity
at something I
had never done
and wondered why
he thought I was
the artful one