The new unfairness:
having to own up in
public to what I've
vowed for hire, un-
like all the others
who're just like me.
Ah, I see. So would
it be a profession,
or where it is con-
ducted, which draws
the kitchen sink by
simply being yours?
We're in the polish-
ing, burnishing, re-
furbishing, and anx-
iously retrofitting
phase of our public
scruples, now, pre-
paring for anything
they can mold them-
selves to stomach.
If credulity were a
deltoid we mightn't
need our epaulettes.
Mark Rothko
acrylic on paper
1968
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