reading poetry to psychiatrists, getting ready for one last trip, shoes go on your hands so the rings go around your ankles, eating soup loudly: why can't we just be? insert myself into situations created for curation: hanging in the Guggenheim by my toes on rails spiraling, I will not allow myself to ever be free of you, penance, while different, is still a punishment: well deserved and heartily earned; the difference is hanging in art galleries, rather than the traditional: gallows. Reading poetry to psychiatrists reading poetry to psychiatrists reading poetry to psycho cats.
