On Shabby but Thriving by A.K. Burns at the New Museum
I could use an illusion.
What else is at the cafe?
Approximately half the news is fit to print.
Cake is the reason to come here.
Dykes always talk loudly when they assume they are meeting another dyke or series of dykes or even a queer person that they assume could be a dyke.
Am I the bug eating or being eaten?
Purgatory could arguably be being stuck in a tunnel expecting daylight that never comes.
Silence is a form of longing.
People have been craving pleasure for weeks now.
A.A. said this part would be excruciating.
The view is best if you stand in the walk way.
Get out of the way.
A brown arm tearing at a white thing.
A white arm tearing at a white thing.
Put your fingers in the tank.
Are you in town for the biannual?
What else can we drag down the stairs?
I’ll be the couch or the fish or the monkey.
Some form of terror, some form of communion, some fresh human smells of horror.
Whose body is that?
What do you call a half nude descending a staircase?
Honestly the sofa barely fits thru the door.
I’m so sorry to use all this nonsense to comfort you.
Just stand there, let’s try this again.
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Rindon Johnson is a multidisciplinary artist and writer. Johnson is the author of Nobody Sleeps Better Than White People from Inpatient Press and the forthcoming virtual reality book, Meet in the Corner from Publishing-House.Me.
A.K. Burns: Shabby but Thriving continues at the New Museum (235 Bowery, Lower East Side, Manhattan) through April 23.