The Picasso exhibit, at the art museum, had some
great Goya paintings, too.
The exhibit was a brief outline of
Pablo’s early stuff—pre-cubism—& some
work from his influences.
The tranquil mood I was dipping
my toes into was constantly interrupted
by the asthmatic guard.
Every breath was an audible struggle—
a dying car, a frightened coyote, an old, stuttering
refrigerator holding out against the upgrade.
I’ve applied for the guard’s job a few times
already this month.