This poem was inspired by Billy Collins’ 1977 poem, also titled “Instructions to the Artist.”
First and foremost: I want no gray, if possible.
If I have any neutral tones on my body,
the space between my fingers
or the dark under my tongue,
make them bubblegum pink.
Make the rest
the color of my teeth beneath a blacklight.
My hands should look like something graceful
sits on the tips of them,
like ballet around the edges.
Do not give me harsh lines,
do not cut my softness apart.
Keep it in the space under my eyes,
murky and purple, squished between two halves of a smile.
I want to look how a clementine tastes,
in the last second before you throw away the peel.
Make me like venus,
but lazy after her day at the beach,
give me freckled shoulders
and eyes the color of marbles,
make my body a paper doll clipped from cardstock,
give the teacup beside me
red lipstick stains.
The viewer will know that I am the youngest sister
because of the way my neck bends
like I am balancing a slip of paper
between my shoulder blades,
like I slept in the smallest bed.
I would like my portrait sent by mail.
I would like a pair of scissors and a new gluestick,
I would like to make it something new.
Grade: 11
Chevy Chase, DC
Washington, DC
“Leaflets” by Adrienne Rich
To never stop writing, being creative, and making new things
My mom