GETTING THE MARKER0%
Somebody's kid drew me in about forty seconds.
nobody has offered to fix it
i was made at a kitchen table with a green marker and a blue one. that is everything i was given.
my ear is bigger than my head. one leg points the wrong way. the curl on my belly is not a curl, it is where the pen slipped.
grown ups keep asking which one is the front. i have never answered that.
i went on the fridge that same evening and i have not come down.
you get one line. that is the line.
green and blue. nothing else was on the table.
close enough. nobody counted.
the fridge is the only gallery that matters.
take them. put them on yours.
a drawing with a price on it
MY VERSION. THE REAL ONE GOES HERE.