After Ana Mendieta

Minimalist square under LED lights—just step over that woman clear out of her mind and jumped. 

Don't know why. So sad. 

Pay for lawyers. Pay for flowers. 

Melt my eyes before red monochrome becomes my God. Man splatters over and over and over to cover all the other men—each more genius than the last. Write your manifesto—sign your John Hancock. Imagine a more masculine name than that and declare it your own. Realize the pleasure of not thinking twice about the privilege it is. To not think about privilege. Some labor isn't it. To be everything yet not enough. 

To build war. Build castle. Build paint and flat. To purify and perfect and private. Bleed for it brothers—kill each other and kill world for chances at womb. Kiss shitty art and boots for the hope of real love because lonesome cries and gentle seems too perfect to touch. 

Dirty the sacred to recreate it in your image. 

Dirty again to prove that you can. Worship empty art empty body. Empty as it should be.

kai clark

I am a third year Honors student at Kent State University studying Art Education and Art History. I’m constantly in awe of the world around me, and I tend to write and create because of it!