this isn't that good but my three remaining brain cells finally figured out how to properly draw a thumb, so that's cool ig // the person is @WilburSoot on Twitter and IG // art block is slowly killing me uWu
Two wicker chairs in the sun.
One for the waiting,
one for the hoped-for.
The table between them
holds its silence,
its place set for bread or talk.
I draw what is here—
lines quick and unerasable—
and what is not here,
her presence,
waits with me in the white of the page.
