January 28th, 2010


A Useful Object.

I am a needle.

I am a useful object.

I want to be treated like a useful object, like boots that are shined.

Or an electric razor that gets cleaned before you put it back in its box.

When used improperly I cause damage like a folding chair, or an escalator.

Or a knife left to rust and you cut your finger and it hurts, but I've also poisoned you, and you haven't had a tetanus shot in nine years...or is it ten?

It was not my choice or intention. Unmaintained, uncared for, I will oxidize, and there is no shame in that.