by Ella Brady
anyone can
anyone?
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
Future Histories 