Pablo

pablo (soft pastel on inkjet paper on illustration board)

The days are beautiful

I came from outer space

Bringing small cakes

Made from the

Mix of the white dwarf

I came from outer space

With no reason for it

My hand black

And filled with gold

I opened the can filled with soup

With my black hand

I entered the cooking room

Putting the pan on the fire

I got on what was left of my knee

With a ring I made my case

You turned into me your eyes

Folding me into light

A baby was growing in your mouth

It was black and gold like my hands

You opened your head up

I was in the living room

I could hear you dreaming

The days were beautiful

I realized we were dying

And held you as you ate a salad

I hear a dog barking

It is my dog

She is yellow and filled with stars

All the days are beautiful