FLINT MICHIGAN STILL DOES NOT HAVE CLEAN WATER
And What the Fuck is “High Art” Anyways?
“I need to be with a creator”
you told me, shortly after
breaking up with me by phone
as I stood, half drunk outside
the venue.
I never saw the show.
I want to yell,
“What did you ever create?”
Besides the portrait
of low self-esteem that you
carefully etched into my body.
A relief sculpture so empty
and hollow as you chipped
and cracked away at me.
The weather in New England is so
predictably unpredictable yet it
has consumed all of my small talk
for twenty-six years.
Interactions so meaningless they
remind me of your apathy.
No one cares if they forget their gloves.
It gives them something to complain about.
“A creator.”
You only destroy.
Panicking on the platform at
Myrtle-Wyckoff,
I knew I needed to get out
and two months later I did.
My conversations no longer
meaningless.
My body no longer scarred.
What I’ve created in a year is more
than you will in a lifetime.
-September, 2016
quik:
JENNY HOLZER
BY YOUR RESPONSE TO DANGERENAMEL ON METAL, HAND-PAINTED SIGN: RED ON WHITE53,3 X 58,4 CM
