None of This Would Have Happened If Prince Were Alive

by Carolyn Prusa

my mother did teach me basic things like, accent your eyes or your lips, if you do both, you look like a hussy;

he’s a buck twenty soaking wet, wears pants so tight there’s no mystery as to the shape

of his stuff or what it’s doing at any moment,

Also, she’s so stubborn, she doesn’t want us to be right. Like, us telling her to go potty is another way the man is keeping her down.”

I’m in charge of so many things every day and I still don’t feel like a grown-up.

Minneapolis = Nanette’s giraffe blanket.

“I have a theory. I’m still working on it, but I think Prince’s death was a lesson to all of us. Like we can’t be complacent that Prince is always going to be around. So we have to get our joy when we can.”

Also, not everything has to be important, not all your work will be good, there is value in making mistakes.

What I do miss, maybe: the way making art made me feel—capable, resourceful, peaceful.