by Jim Zola
Otherworld Charlie
We will rescue him:
fine brushes, ink,
gold leaf.
Hide
his muddy boots,
work gloves.
We won’t mention them.
Lead him to the room
with good light, an easel,
chair.
We will never ask
what he’s making.
Sharpness
needs space.
Downstairs simmering
soup with Babcia,
silent at
the pale table,
we wait for
Charlie’s transfiguration.
M.S. Evans is a Pushcart nominated poet and visual artist residing in Butte, Montana. Her work has appeared in Black Bough Poetry, Ice Floe Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind, among others. Twitter: @SeaNettleInk Instagram: @seanettleart.
Jim Zola is a poet and photographer living in North Carolina.