Art of Kelly Colligan

 The Painting
 
I don’t know if I’m an artist
Or a magician.

And I’m tired of hiding
That under the coat
My skin is scraping off.

That when I see you,
Or any human,
I want to eat a piece
So I can resemble the person
I was before
More complete or finished. 

Some days I’m completely asleep,
I feel it slowly
Then all at once.
Shattering.
Ordering the pieces from largest to smallest.
Like a mosaic.
 

Like I meant to do it.
Pulling rabbits from my hat.

I wonder how much I have to destroy
Before I am satisfied.
How many times I must smash myself
Before the picture is whole.