JULIA COHEN
HELLO, INTERIOR
When I was younger I used to fantasize
someone would arrive to lock me in
the sanitarium this one failure would
protect me from all other failures I would
not be responsible & it would be okay
to be overwhelmed by wet newspapers
& set jaw jealousies of the outside & it
would no longer be too much the decisions
would not be mine to make & I watched
the sunburn floor & the pitchers of beer poured
upon it & when water ran I heard telephones
& all possible options to mend dilapidation
to quell the cruel imagination of the interior
I want to wake up & have the only choice
be the easy choice pancakes waffles or sex