What Van Gogh and I have in common:

I spent 13 hours 
with a needle and thread 

and 15 thousand colors 
and cloth made of clouds 

I spent 13 hours painting the night sky 
into an old t shirt 
thats worn down to almost nothing 

I spent 13 hours 
with my toes curled up 
into nothing at all 

I have sore fingers 
that have been pushed against 
the tip of the moon 
until they bled 

I spent 13 hours 
patching together 
memories I collected like buttons 

and twisting my hair into 
knots and 
painting the inside of my 
stomach yellow 

I've never understood the heart 
how we feel with it 

because when I feel 
its in my stomach 
and my finger tips 

my heart is the one 
that sometimes aches 

I hurt with my heart 
and my finger tips when 
the needle 
in my hand 
misses the white fabric and 
finds its mark in my skin