im rubbing you out. my eraser is a big pink pencil topper. you are a missmark on my clean white page, shining like pure cocaine spread on a mirror face. but there is a black smudge where i saw you scratch your name, when i wasnt looking, sneak. trickster. lurking about to write on my life like that, on my glowing perfect piece of paper. where do you get off? you cant touch your tip to me! not that name! nothing goes on my surface. so i’ve got to rub you out. how is it that they always think i want an inscription on my clean untouched canvas? i keep it that way for a reason. i’m keeping you out of the picture, all of you! this is my painting. these are my marks, or my lack there of. when i have something worth while to place on that piece of pristine pallor, i wont let you know. this is mine and im taking you out of me, with a rubber eraser. good bye. ahrg! you dont come off! permanent!? you made a flaw on something ideal. now i guess theres nothing to save it for. you are all welcome to my skin, free for all, color me, sign me, make your impression. i will never be pure again.