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happy endings
matthew cusicklately,
i've had the
urge to stick a
vintage flower
on everything
i make.
especially
on something
that is very pure
and minimal
to make
it explode and
bloom like a flower
...like the
virgin
de guadalupe!
it makes me
think of my youth
and going to the sticker
store on pine street
I remember having an
incredible collection
of flower stickers.
i refused to use them.
i would just browse through
them daily and fight the constant
urge in my body to rip off the
back and stick it!
i was quite
a restrained child.
i still am.
once and a while
I have to tell myself to let go
of something precious
or
put it to use
something
that I guard and suffocate
with the routine glance of the eye;
the brush of a finger
there's nothing
worse than curating
objects like they're
in a museum.
I'm guilty
as charged