In Honor of the 3 Chazen F*ckbois

Written by Erinn FeltesPhotography from The Chazen Museum of ArtIf I’m trusting the internetL’Amante means “The Lover”which wasn’t what I thought it meantwhat’s the French word for “The Mesmerizing”I often find it hard to analyze meaningto createIt’s too personal too muchtoo realHow could someone interpret what I/they don’t mean to sayinstead I’ll first hear what it does when it makesme feelSo on a day that wasn’t a mondaybecause that’s when the museum is closedI stood in front of the sculpturethe lightinglinesand piercing eyesimmense sizeenormous gazelounging therelanguidI could stand there standing all dayNormally the superpower I’d want the least         is that of a mind readerToday I’d make an exception         for a sculptureL’Amante made me feel something         Not that I’m heartless the rest of the time -that’s just how I know to describe itI stood there just appreciatingnot thinking but feelingreachingdowninto melike a secret stuck in your throat         that eventually settles in your stomach         with the rest of the seafood and spitMaybe I would feel something personal         hiddendiscover something newabout myself or the artMaybe I would eureka! deep meaning         past that black velvet rope         unlock the secret         that lies on a red velvet cushionWell it turns out something did get gotjust not what we all expectedthe universeand meHark! three fuckbois approach         you know the kind -In a surprise twist no one saw comingthey’re not going to ruin the moment but ratheryou’ll seeIf you’ll pardon the paraphrasing#1 says to two         Jesus what the fuck is thatI dunno he replies         Like that thing could fucking kill meTotally         Look at its fucking THIGHS manlike that thing could crush my head between themThat could totally kill you         Is it like a hybrid or like some magic shitbecause no way that’s realI dunno man         Bruh they don’t just have those roaming around the streetsLOOK at it it’s insaneDamn         DamnYeah you’re probably right         Damn rightThey move onNow listen closely,We all stood in front of the same placeWe all sawwhat we sawI dug down deep......and they didn’t know what a hare was