Take Me To A Museum

Today I lost a war,

A war I had no control over.

I thought it wasn't my war,

In the end it was a war I couldn't control.

I thought it wouldn't come near me.

Now I feel it in my bones.

Sometimes you do everything right but you still lose.

Today I took a picture and it reminded me a surgery I had when I was 8.

Then a car crash, it's right in my upper lip, I can feel it when I press my tongue on it.

Bodies don't lie, they carry everything.

But do memories lie?

Will I forget the faces of monsters laughing at me?

Will I forget feeling defeated?

I never loved History books. But I loved Art History books.

Because they build, they create, they think.

I still don't like History books.

I don't like watching them being written either.

It's not fun. It's painful. You're locked up in the pages, stuck in letters.

I'd like an Art History book where they don't knock things down.

Where crazy things happen but not really.

I'll take the Duchamp. I promise I'll learn to love it.

I'll give a real madness instead. Live from the history book, not even written yet.

Here, explain that to me. And I'll tell you about Duchamp.

Take me from that book, from that chapter.

Put me in an Art History book.

Any century, any -ism.

Take me to a museum, make me forget.