Sonnet for My Brother
by Linda Eisenstein
- When I consider what an awful mess
- your artist's life is: the financial ills,
- the host of crappy day jobs, unpaid bills,
- the complications with the I.R.S.,
- your fluctuating health, how you obsess
- for weeks, no sleep, the dark, nocturnal thrills,
- marathon sessions where the nightmare spills
- onto your anxious canvas -- the sheer stress
- of knowing that you're good, possibly great,
- that others just as good have died dead broke,
- how loneliness corrodes into self-hate
- when "starving artist" isn't just a joke --
- Brother, I whisper, be there. And I call
- to beg another picture for my wall.
Copyright 1994 Linda Eisenstein
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