Sadie's Drawing
DAVID REUTER
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My arms are sticks
with sharp stumps on the ends wedged into a blocky body I wield with unconcern. Atop my rounded face, a straight slit like the top of a T, for the mouth and dots for the eyes. The forward-backward Ls for legs support the torso, strong but sappy, and all despite the white expanse I stand before. This crafting of the wanted world, to make the markers shape the space and watery colors fill the build, is just the way you like. Your awkward images squirming through a flattened life have made the lanky lovely. The simple wriggled lines stretch on the leveled shell you put me on with blissful glee. I’m thankful for the way you made your humble uncle live. If I could cause it all to fall within a snowy page that’s made for just this thing, I’d make the juvenile the norm. To live inside the sweetest mind, free from all corrupted, burning thoughts exists somewhere I cannot even touch. I’ve wandered far from scribbled truths. The twisted, turning path I traveled down has stranded me away from illustrated men and you who make them live. |
David Reuter has been published in The Cape Rock, Existere Journal, Sanskrit Literary-Arts Magazine, Visitant, Vox Poetica, Visitant and Neogolism Poetry Journal. He attended the William Paterson University’s Writer’s Conference in 2018 and 2019 and the Rutgers Writers’ Conferences in 2017, 2018 and 2019. He has a bachelor’s degree from Caldwell College and works as a paralegal. In his free time, he enjoys practicing martial arts, playing guitar, and cooking.