(I’m jealous of the Jealous Curator, a blog about artwork that she loves and wishes she had done herself. WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT is an exasperating feeling sometimes.)
Longing is
that terrible beautiful ache
that I continue to seek out
like a bruise
lets see if it still hurts
if I still feel
anything
It does, it hurts, thats good
I’m still living, i am
Only making toast plates this week
But I am still living, making, being.
