Being awake now is animaling me. Go snip at myself, try to make a new picture of it. Twenty-seven hours walk past my open eyes. We are sick of seeing me like this. Look how dirty, how slice, I fool you. The glossy beast. The red lipped animal. The hairy little whore. I brought these legs all the way out here. I painted up for this. Who’s going to give me something? Who’s going to give me something?