would my ribs cave like mountains and melting glaciers, would my stomach concave or convex
would i paint my hands tiny and fragile, weak skin and sinew strung over bone, worthless like maybe they're already decaying
would my thighs touch, would my legs sway in the gentle wind
would the colors be blue, or green, or red
would i get the shades wrong and color everything black
if i painted a picture of myself
i am a little afraid
that it wouldn't even be
a work of art