At a charcoal test
Upon pencil marks
On my grazed skin
There’s everything
We (you) could want
Outside windows
We can’t open any longer
At an oil test
On an acrylic base
On a deserted trail
Why couldn’t we
Get everything we need
It means nothing
If you stare at it long enough
There is NO LAB
For me to look at you
And wonder
“did they make an
Example out of you too?”
It’s but a dream
If you just let it be