Them, Me

Judith Trepp, acrylic on handmade Indian paper, 13.5 x 28.b in., 2020

They still want me to see it their way. Like that's going to happen. Me, I'm worse. I don't just want, I expect they will see it mine. Expect as in inevitably, since I am on the side of the inevitable. It had something to do with privilege and/or Original Sin. I can't remember what. Something is submerged and pushing. Just breathe. There is something there. Just breathe. There.