If I look at art long enough
does it turn my pupils into gold?
If I swallow some words
do they form a poem within my bones?
If a song gets stuck in my head
does it turn itself into a prayer?
and in the movies, staring at the big screen
does the kissing scene wash my heart clean of its sins?
Art is the purgatory. It’s where you bleed your flaws out
and paints obscenities on every wall
Alana Marroquim, Jan. 2019