#relunctance

she sends me roses, a moon, and a couple diamonds (through the phone) she works in a floral shop among florists she is a painter— in real life. I consider her my best friend even when we don’t speak the silence between us is a well received gift for our dreams I talk to her about painting and she replies, painterly with advice. I listen readerly with adverbial strength writerly my intent becomes Truncated. I stand before a classroom in front of colors and shapes I have put onto a canvas to explain the mistakes I’ve learned from the easel as a writer I think back to mixing colors abandoning the palette knife to swish a round brush instead I consider the outcomes I have presented a vulnerability To offer scenes of isolation with strength they become weakened supports for what I dream: of my visions of my ability. She sends me advice about real life (on the phone) I send roses the phone says, ‘Delivered.’