And sometimes one goes to an art museum if only to feel like someone who goes to art museums. And they pause in front of the appropriate paintings but they catch up to themselves and end up by the pottery. And they consider how they have no time for statues because of their humanity but can contemplate bowls which are arguably even more human. And they try to justify metaphorical resonance but then get bored with their own explanation. And time turns over like a stone. And one wonders how long water in the lungs needs to cause drowning, and one thinks that they might want to become a glassblower after all, suspended with coaxing and heat.
This is a reprint of work originally published in The Shame to Cure: a modern epic.
Leela Srinivasan is an MFA student at the Michener Center for Writers at the University of Texas at Austin. Originally from the Jersey Shore, she holds a BA in Psychology and MA in Communication from Stanford University, where she wrote a collection of psychological poetry as her undergraduate honors thesis. She currently lives in Austin, Texas.