John Gosslee, “Privilege

Privilege

John Gosslee

Nobody wants me, so what? I’m here, realer than the dead, the public-park-bound statues, I’m just doing my work.

Sometimes all of the magic is just for me and that’s called being alone, until I open my mouth and invite the gods to say what someone besides me needs to hear, and that’s called love.

I can walk almost anywhere and be a stranger, but what’s in me, what comes out of me is not.

What I’m trying to say is you’re my favorite present, because without you, this is nothing, there is no letter, ground, sky.

And this is another opportunity to present the empty warehouse, the block party, the starving, and fat, and it’s easy to choose who I want to be today besides a smile, when I can pluck cash from a machine, food from the shelf, clothes from the mail as if it’s all a perpetual harvest.