I am a museum curator
Of all the feelings that colonize me
That vanquish my nervous system
That dare utter an apology
I am a museum curator
Who displays for free
The ruins of a memory-palace
The ruins of chemical bourgeoisie
I am a museum curator
Who frames and narrates
The havoc that she brews
The havoc that tempt the fates
I am a museum curator
Of stifled stillness and longing
Who plunders The Yesterday
Who plunders the body’s ageing
- Rahel
