how i became the art predator

i fell in love with a beautiful sculptor

tall lean he worked in metal, stone

shaped trees too

he had blue stitches in his nose

a chain saw had fallen from the sky

almost sliced it off

i moved in to his studio

slept in his metal sculpture under a tarp

cooked in a trailer

watched movies in a shed

listened to mice

showered outside

peed there too

i wanted my own space

i’ll build you a tree house he said

a place where you can write

high above the world

art city was big enough for me too

my dad helped me design & build a loft

i got my stuff out of storage

moved it all in–books clothes futons

the sculptor and i

didn’t last long

he was furious

i wouldn’t leave

you’re not a real artist he said

you don’t belong here he said

you’re not an artist he said

you prey on artists

you use them

you’re just an art predator

that’s what you are

the art predator

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