on 65 degree days in february i feel like i just emerged from a womb, fists out, mouth wide, screaming that i’m here. i’m here!
i may go through times of feeling destitute, hustling, creatively incompetent, dyslexic, insensitive, overly sensitive, tired and sleepy. but i got eyes, nose, a mouth, and a great sex. fingers, feet, toes, liver, and blood.
i got carrots to munch on, hummus when i’m lucky, figs growing at my father’s house and watermelon at the deli.
(Jean le Noir – The Wound of Christ, 1349)
i got art to look inspired by religion i don’t believe in.
i got pictures of ladies i don’t know with ruffles that remind me of ham rolls at banquets.