Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

I Listen Like Mad To Any Conversation Taking Place Next To Me Just Trying To Hear Why This Is Funny. Women's Restrooms Are Especially Great. I Wash My Hands Twice Waiting For People To Come In And Start Talking.

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.

I Wasn't Afraid To Be Laughed At Or Be Loud.