Dots Everywhere

I erased my legs and forgot to draw in the stilts. 
It looks like I’m floating but I’m not floating. 
Sometimes I draw you with fangs. I tell you these 
things because I love you. Some people paint 
with whiskey and call it social drinking. Some people 
paint drunk and put dots of color everywhere. 
In the morning the dots make them happy. I am 
putting dots of color everywhere and you are sleeping. 
Something has happened in the paint tonight and 
it is worth keeping. It’s nothing like I thought it 
would be and closer to what I meant. None of it is 
real, darling
. I say it to you. Maybe we will wake up 
singing. Maybe we will wake up to the silence 
of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.