Drowning

i drown
in art

mold me
model me
lean me left and right

i stand before the lens
silent words weeping from my pores

he rearranges nouns,
verbs
creates a life sentence
for me

the floor fills
with puddles of artistic
visions

shared

melded

lost in the rivulets
i swim toward shore

but he pulls me back

turns my neck
lifts my chin
commands my eyes

i am
the model
i am
drowning
in art