Already Up There

I was brained.
I was in a love triangle with my drafting square.
I was an artist, but I knew nothing about art.
I was also a person, and knew nothing of that either.
What could be done to make me mend?
She said she’d think about it.
I said I can’t spare the time, and anyway I’m not in charge.
She dropped the dynamite into the bluish water.
Sardines live in a can; well, it’s not really a can.
I speak for myself. I am my own awkward audience.
I consider what I have as deserving.
I consider myself free for my class.
I consider my bandages in the bathroom mirror,
Which kept shushing me and crying at the drop
Of a tear the size of a man’s blurry face.