Art is the way you break the trance
Shame trance? Fear trance? Texting with your estranged husband trance? Happy ants in your pants dance trance chance a glance? We've all been there.
I wonder what is going to happen to me.
What city will I be in when May comes? Will I ever own more than this one Yandy star-spangled slut top that I made out of a bathing suit? Will I drive to the next city I go to with my five suitcases rolling all around in the back of a UHaul? Will I fly? Will it be in the Midwest or…