TE' V. SMITH

When I declare that I love this, I say that I will exist in this forever. I will commit every part of me to make certain that this is all I ever do forevermore. I will manifest every opening possible and forfeit every diversion in order to continue doing this. I am an artist and I owe it to the me years ago and years from now to be all of such brewing brilliance to the very end of me.

At home I’m a poet laureate, my work on walls, on napkins just to the right of a Rhodes piano, on blank canvasses once meant for painting pretty girls, in a string of notebooks carefully strung all over waiting for my need to be cared for again. In my home I am brilliant & boring, sanctified & shrouded in doubt, peaceful & possibly every sense of a roar. Let me show you what the conversations are like...