paradise itches

in the revolving doors of success

inside outside inside outside inside outside

things can happen fast

I spin around

where am I now

inside or outside inside or outside inside or outside

they invite me in

maybe

I spin around floating

shake hands

show what I can do

what can I really do

would you like a drink I ask

in front of my works

or the others'

National Museum 05 03 2020

I am alone

the museum is dead

there is no equality here

I look down into a glass case

a woman's skeleton beside a child's skeleton

the woman's skeletal face smiles

white teeth surrounding a black void

is anyone there

I want to crawl into her jaw

disappear into the darkness

all the way into eternity

bury myself as deep in time as she lies and decays in ours

I scratch

at the flesh beneath my nails

dig an emergency exit

from one ear to the other

now I would very much like this to be over