I am for an art adhered to the brick sidewalk with a randomly spit out piece of chewing gum.
I am for an art past its expiration date.
I am for an art bunched up in the back of the underwear drawer, folded with an old receipt from somewhere I forgot I had been.
I am for the art of pouring several small glasses of wine and pretending it isn’t too much.
I am for an art on the weird part of YouTube – I know it’s almost 3am, but after one more, I will go to bed. I mean it this time. Promise.