Strindberg Project


By Victoria

Ding dong, I'm nearly dead, ding dong
gone to the toilet and you all went,
somewhere else
ding dong 

Message delivered
You only left a little trace
of powder on my interface
I was pregnant with anticipation, until you drew the line
I was well respected, until you stole my crown 

There was free internet and water to drink, 
There was access to natural light and a shared sink 

I left it here a year ago,
Can't believe you used it 
for one of your major art works, 
without asking 
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Published: October 16, 2018, 4:45 pm