In the imperfectness
Of paint
On canvas
I can relate
To myself
In the imperfectness
Of paint
I can
Be myself
I do not need
To dress
In my best self
I do not need
To smell nice
I do not need a tailor
Or a shoemaker
Or an umbrella
Only the shreds
Of a torn shirt sleeve
I do not need
A ruler
Or a draughtboard
I do not need
To paint a true circle
Or a straight line
I do not labour
For focus
Of attention
I labour
Like a man
In a coal mine
I work just like a man
In a coal mine