Lines drawn on a white canvas.
The contours amateurish, unknowing —
flimsy, even. The head’s drawn too big,
making the body lopsided.
But it’s not the lack of detail that makes the stick figure appear naked, bereft of depth:
it’s the endless white space, swallowing the tiny figure whole.
As if the living is done in between the folds of nothingness, marking the two indistinguishable.
