To the vet

And the veterinarian loved animals, so she played the part. 

And I loved words and signed up for that one.

“But I’ve lost the words to find righteousness in thought, ” I said. 

“Or maybe there are no words for the feelings that string together and lead back to worms.” 

So I picked up colors and paint brushes, and abandoned thought. 

Pushing through to the next costume change.

Portrait of the artist as a young man of 53. 

Ah, the scandal for decades lost. Or were they ever owned?