Bart Wilcox
Fourteen Excuses for the Apocalypse: Found a Harp
2026, Oil and shellac on canvas, 20″ x 16″

It sends chills this artifact.
My mother blamed it
for my birth!
I never thought there
was an actual harp.
But there in the attic
under the dust from
which I was made,
voilá.
This is what happens
when you think
everything is a myth,
an exaggerated family history
of humanity.
You get the electrocution
of disappointment.
Fucking around in the attic,
where you were told,
where you were told specifically,
not to go.