Self-Portrait (a Poem for Day Seven of PAD)

I am not thrilled with the below poem, but since I want to keep up with the challenge, I'm posting it anyway. I will probably get around to editing it someday. It was written for the Day Seven prompt for PAD:

For today’s prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Pretty straightforward, right? That doesn’t mean there’s not a lot of room for creativity. Just look at artists and their self-portraits; there’s a lot of differences in the self-portraits of Kahlo, Schiele, Dali, Van Gogh, and others–and not just because the artists look different themselves.

How Do You See Yourself?

Self-Portrait

I am letters rearranged in countless
combinations. I am still life of The Scream
with fruit. I am watercolor instead of sketch.
I am outstretched seams of secret
pockets. I am globs of paint with no
instruction. I am mountain peaks
and carrot tops. I am metal detector
built of fleshy heart. I am inedible carets
and ampersands. I am search-and-rescue
for drought-plagued worms. I am a hot iron
leaving no impression. I am blown away,
weightless, like love’s heartfelt wishes
on dandelion seeds, forgotten
once out of sight.

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