Happy Hour

by Marlowe Granados

I wish someone would say to me, “I will never look up or down at you.”

I don’t exist for other people’s curiosity, but sometimes it does feel that way. One can be seen and then unseen just as quickly.

You’d think it was only polite for someone who gave you entrance to the world to see you through it.

Our capacity for appreciating art is limited to what we find beautiful. It is funny that most people want money for the power. I want money so I can have beautiful things—surround myself with them. Knowing beauty is a natural intuition.