This Poem is Not About Painting

Jake Lane

Poetry

The headlines are already painted with the colors of
yesterday. We’ll navigate, add a second coat, cover the holes
and chips; we allow ourselves to imagine they never existed.
Brush strokes, coat after thickening coat, blotting out the
imperfections simply so we don’t have to acknowledge that we
never did anything less than perfect.

The myth of the swan song only makes us love it more.
Another crack noticed. Another opportunity to wipe out
sufficient normalcy. Even painters grow tired.

Jake is a husband, father, poet, and playwright whose work focuses on examining themes of identity, memory, time, and the human condition. His work has been published in The Writing Disorder, Coalition Works, JMWW, As Surely as the Sun, Creative Colloquy, and Eunoia Review. Jake is an MFA candidate at Augsburg University and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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