Sickie (sweeter words I should have said more often)

Today, girls and boys soak sugar sacks in gasoline, light and glide them up over the wall, hoping to land their kite bombs in their enemy’s future
grain fields.

In the novelty museum, a woman and her son browse
instruments of torture.

At a gallery in SoHo, a large screen TV beams a live feed of an operating room in Midtown where the artist’s face will be surgically altered to give her the Mona Lisa’s big brow. She once displayed her menstruating…