JLH
what it feels like to ace your last semester of college physics.
The doctor sits me on a table and asks me to stick out my tongue. I do. I ask him if he sees the paintings I carry in the back of my throat. He laughs as if I’m telling a joke, I’m not.
I’ve got Basquiat, Schiele, Van Gogh, and Da Vinci so when I laugh, I taste brushstrokes.
I ask him if he can stick out his tongue so I can see what he has trapped inside of him.
He hesitates a little then he does and I see a man who struggles for acceptance and chokes on the word Love.
