seven months

sometimes stephen will disappear for awhile and when he comes back he has a drawing of me and ink on his fingers, always promising "the next one will be better" but i can only wish to look like one of his doodles, so around my room i hang his little renditions with a pang of jealousy because i want to be one of these two dimensional versions of me , still, crisp and quiet and maybe even something that i don't mind looking at