A Light In Your Stomach

Rewind

when I was younger

     and the sun peeped

     into a glass hole in the door

     it found its colours

     and, I think,

I found mine

when the mark of graphite

     glittered on its paper

     I thought to myself,

     "this isn't enough"

     so on the page,

I spilled my time

when I raced my expectations

     the many little eyes

     all huddled in my head

     looked to my hands

     at their stains, I figured,

I kept up just fine

when my ink runs

     into three different kinds of paint

     in a single painting

     glowing softly on my screen;

     I remember the small rainbow,

I rewind