Can’t sleep
Got to watch out for the fucker in the next bed
He threatened to poke my eye out with a fork
Maybe I should take him out before he gets to me
Who the fuck is talking?
This is a serious matter
She said she would take care of me
Wake me up in the morning, make my bed, take baths
with me
I wish these voices would get out of my head
Either I am someone great or I am nothing
I think I will go to the art room in the morning
When they call us
I will paint a picture of the naked Christ
In his mother’s arms
Sleeping
