The High Priestess of Soul’s Sunday Morning Visit to the Wall of Respect by Morgan Parker

The Impressionism wing strikes me as too dainty for my mood, except for one oil painting by Gustave Caillebotte, Calf’s Head and Ox Tongue, which is described in the wall text as “visually unpleasant.” A bust of an African woman bums me out. This year, I cried at everyone’s kitchen table. I spit on the street and was late on purpose and stepped in glass and my dog died and I saw minuses over and over. I’ll figure it out. I let a man walk away and then another one. It has taken me exactly this long to realize I could have done something else. I’m being repetitive now but do you ever hate yourself?