mhhmmm mhhmmm mhhmm

I was passing through another room, 

when Ivanka's watercolor puddle 

struck my attention

if i squint my eyes,

i see her

intention/ally (letting go

of pressure),
so that the water runs over
blending pig/ment into
warm hues that 

i make out
into blurry shapes:

a pink flamingo,
a flower
of a kind of
artists foolishness
dressed as visual dessert,
bending over saying,
"Hey! Look at me!"