Rochester, NY

by Ella Brady

anyone can
yes, anyone can draw

her arms sprawled across a
dirty carpet, three floors up,
crooked house, belly full,
kitten crawling over
unlocked knees, loose hands
petting with blind love

anyone can draw, if you just let go

dipping cheap
cracked brushes into
muted multitone water,
sweeping unicorn tears
over crystalline canvas

you don’t have to be an artist

as I scrawled yesterday’s notes
and a grocery list
and a reminder on
when to wake up
in the back of my notebook
accidently dripping rain water
in the margins
and it spilled,
smoothing out black ink,
swirling rigid scribbles,
drawing free