Artisans

The redemptive collegian with his empty canvas

The auspicious rich prick with a cigarette in a flat

The conniving woman who splatters blood on a page

And talks about her period

The man who carries a rock five hundred miles

With video cameras

The children’s book written by the movie star

The kid who won a contest at fifteen and is now

A novelist

They all look into the television screen,

Say into the microphone

“It’s just what I was made to do!”

Sitting here without the video cameras

I feel like a little bitch

For muttering the same thing

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