I’m not an emotional person
if I cannot feel, or so I tell myself.
I protect the outer canvas so that
the painting – the real painting,
cannot be tarnished by the wild
smears made by different hands.
I’m in control of my emotions,
or so I’d like to think.
I don’t know all of the right answers
but I try to seek them out;
holding a magnifying glass
up to my watery eye.