This morning was a morning awash with desire. Paperwork, money, ink, fabric. I ask, why am I boxed up in a box of one plus one equals two? Why can’t we fall in love with two? Why can’t we deal and gamble and bathe and garden? Why can’t I grow a stubble? Why can’t I wear back alley eyeshadow? Why can’t I say the most outrageous shit since this is my space?
Why must the stardust hide under the cape?