I am no lion, though my Ashkenazi curls may resemble that of a mane-
I am no lion, but an animal, nonetheless
A canvas sits within a canvas: unfinished with jagged lines
Watercolored to ambiguity
If donkeys and elephants are respective sides of one coin,
Are lions simply unbothered? Maybe too bothered-
Stuck between the rusty outer ridges.
In The Brooklyn Museum of Art
Sits a canvas in a canvas.
Things never change in museums. Except they do.
And they banned Catcher in the Rye long before Lennon was killed
So, I’ll rephrase: I could be a lion, but
I’d have to choose it
