I like wearing garments with strings attached, Its playfulness and contingency. I like to get hung up on little things, Because the fabrics I wear claim a space. That is entangled in doorknobs and fences and trees. I like my shoes to hurt by friction, The blisters make me feel like I have conquered a distance. It has been a while since I wore nothing for someone With pleasure. And still all my favorite things rip Under the feelings I have eaten up, Bursting to show what lies underneath.