My Favorite Matisse is Missing!
a poem for my irritability
MY FAVORITE MATISSE IS MISSING!
gone, like that,
off
view.
how can I possibly
carry on
under these conditions?
on a day like this,
you need something
you can rely on —
like a painting.
A famous one,
at that.
WHERE IS IT?
I yelled,
but only in my head.
The room was overcrowded
— too many Picassos
& too many tourists
just passing through.
I am a resident
& still, nobody warned me!
Maybe I should
go watch a movie
& stop trying
to force a perfect poem.
It, too, is
off view.
written May 2024 — & as of June 2025, still sadly, off view
related:
Love love love it! "Nope, not that one"