The Artwork: Inferno
The Poem: What Am I Avoiding?
I’m avoiding a dull ache
a sharp internal reprimand
the right side of my brain
and all of my emails.
I’m avoiding textures of feelings:
I will see them and discuss them
but I’ll be goddamned
if you make me hold them.
I’m avoiding remembering
everything that brought me here
to right now,
because everything feels
like a mistake.