Heartfelt

heartfelt

bright blue, red, yellow
I can’t stop looking
but then we have to cover it
with white wool

water and soap
turn and rub, press and mould
she says
you will feel when it is felt

the famous writer
tells us my kind
only have feelings for ourselves

I can’t see how the colours
will get back on the outside
will something dissolve?

I had told the front row girl
with the rainbow fringe and eyebrows
they made me happy
and she flapped her hands at my prints
and how things matched

it is cutting in the end.
Scissors along the bottom so the inside
becomes the outside

more pressing and moulding,
relieved to be told
it’s harder than you think
to break an uncooked egg.