Taking large pieces of my art off of their walls their homes
Rolling them up
Having them exist on the floor the same size as me
Knowing I could pick them up and rip them to shreds if I wanted to
Could wrap myself in their delicate paper
Cover myself in charcoal
Feel the glossy print against my smudgy human hands
Wrap myself in the protection of my work
In the physical proof that I am capable of making
And bringing into being and creating
Craving the embrace I pull them tighter
I pull tighter the only things I have to show
I pull the flat reproductions of my insides tighter around myself as if I can put
Them back, take them off this paper
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