Painted lines, shapes and marks
riddled my body and gnawed like sharks

One asks what good could come of that
Did it happen outside the realm of fact

Pulsing bolts of adrenaline divine
Ripping away flesh from my body to find

One lost child in the train station waiting
Gazing eyes on the curious painting

No one saw the adoption take place
Van Gogh drank me gone with no trace

It was clear that he had come just for me
And that we’d live in Arles for eternity.