the obsession almost certainly stemmed
    from a desire to make something to
    counteract the whole idea of “ending”

    denying she ever was the Inspector

    that what she did with what she found
    in the sullen 8’ X 12’ was
     

            useless             non-productive

    that she did despite the daily 
    mandatory destruction of hospital art
    policy

    despite the institution junk-bonding itself
    where they took her

    knowing I missed her
    I wooed the myth of the 28-year old Baltimore Glassman

    I periodically disappeared for days
    with memory of what I hadn’t done
     
     
 
 
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