When you choose to be a poet,
when you choose to spill like this,
bleed like this, cry like this,
your pain becomes an exhibit.
A place for people to walk through
and then leave when they are ready.
No one ever asks a museum if it’s okay.
|—||Rudy Francisco, “Museum”|
ARt by: Johnson Tsang
We ARt is a series of art curated by our contributor, Dorianne Young