Cackle

by Rachel Harrison

All I can think about is how sad I am and how I can’t escape the sadness because I feel it. It’s coursing through my body with the swift ruthlessness of the flu.

It must be exhausting to be in your head,

“Seems narcissistic to collect mirrors. But I think there’s something special about mirrors. Art that frames you. They tell you the truth, if you look hard enough, for long enough.