My mural is my expansive heart
Tall and wide
and oddly shaped
Primed
Unsacred
Unfinished
Covered in sticky handprints, smudges.
Chipped and dented.

I didn’t dare to or care to remove them
Fill them with putty or sand them smooth.
I dipped a cheap brush into impulse paint
And, aware of almost nothing
Began.

In violent violet
Began
Again
And again
And again.