The Abstract Expressionist
by Caitlin McCann
God’s beauty surrounded the barn where he painted.
She watched him dance across his work.
Paint fell onto his canvas
like withering sheets of rain.
Glass broken during last night’s rage
fell into the puddles of paint.
He wrapped his lips around the opening of his beer bottle
and flicked his cigarette into the painting.
A lipstick-kissed cigarette mingled with his.
He smiled at her from behind the scent of alcohol
that hung over his face like a curtain.
