36 x 36
what if,
you didn’t do,
any of it.
check, check, check.
& all those memories,
belonged to goldfish.
this void we dive into,
humans made of pixels,
muted & manicured,
balanced in freedom.
it is all temporary.
it is all dust.
i stare into the mirror,
looking down the long, sandy road,
and the tips of my toes,
such a journey,
a dream of brightness,
aglow in obscured reality,
joy,
may find me.
SOLD
jennifer bingaman 