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why i committed art theft, (2022)

why i committed art theft, (2022)

I wanted a love you could put in a museum

because I like a love I have to look for,
a love I have to stand far away from,
scratch my head and squint real hard at,
study for years to finally get.

I like a love that remains Untitled,
never given the integrity of a name,
a love that’s unknowable, won’t call itself it,
but stuffs the open mouth of its beholder.

I like a love that says look, but don’t touch,
that waits on the other side of tempered
glass and velvet rope, a love that will
sound the alarm if I come a little too close

because

I have always liked the sort of love
that only needs me to spectate, but

I think my eyes are starting to strain, and

I think I’m getting tired of the sort of love
that doesn’t want me to participate.

I wanted a love you could put in a museum

but I’d like a love like a gift shop replica, like
a poster that will dull and curl on my wall,
a love like Starry Night printed onto a T-Shirt
you’d toss in with both the lights and darks.

I’d like a love like the drawings you throw away,
like apologies on torn napkins and good night
texts you spend too long typing, a love just like
the sticky note stuck onto your door every day.

maybe

I wanted a love you could put in a museum

because I want a love you can sustain.

I want a love like a lit match flickering its last flame…s,
like eating every last crumb off the plate of our history,
like trying one more time, a love like the kind you can’t give me,
but a love I can keep imagining you inside,

and maybe after all of this time,

I still want a love you could put in a museum

because I want a love no one can hide, like pictures
gridlocked in an iPhone photo gallery, or poetry
pressed into wet computer keys, a love just like
curating a new exhibit every time you make me

want this love I have to steal
from a museum of my memory.

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