The Impressionism wing strikes me as too
dainty for my mood, except for one oil painting
by Gustave Caillebotte, Calf’s Head and Ox Tongue,
which is described in the wall text as 
“visually unpleasant.” A bust of an African woman
bums me out. This year, I cried 
at everyone’s kitchen table, 
I spit on the street and was late on purpose and stepped
in glass and my dog died and I saw
minuses over and over. I’ll figure it out.