Bodies Like Mine in the Louvre

ANDIE SHERIDAN

There are ways to be sown but I do not know them

My chest and I are obsessed with compression For once I am seeing double with my glasses still on and there is nothing more dire than being my old body’s assassin Hire my mother for her inability to approve or remember

I’m hoping that one day there will be bodies like mine in the Louvre

It is the only way I keep moving towards next December