No no no
It looks nothing
Like your criss crossed
Nonsensical idiotic
Ugly too thick
Fucking retarded
Lines going all over
The paper with no
Purpose or direction
And not enough money
Or responsibility
I mean really
Your inability to
Draw your fire
As realistically as I can draw mine is
Draw it
    Draw it more like this

Her pencil glides over the paper with effortless finesse. Each line knows exactly what it should be doing. 

“Ah, yes, there it is. There on the page. A fire. Just like that.” She sighs and puts down the pencil in front of me. “Here, now you try if you want.”

the dog

sunday morning breakfast