Weakened for the weekend,

It's not fine either way.

I'm searching for something so concrete

In an abstract painting.

And now the gallery is closing,

And this one work befuddles me.

I'm the face of understanding.

They set the alarm,

And turn the key

And leave me here

With my confusion,

My speechlessness.

And I feel like if I could only mutter

Something to myself,

Maybe the spell could be broken,

My spirit could interpret

The tongues of love and art.

-jenn