Just because the mouth houses
Worry doesn’t mean that girls
Should act like flesh extending
Itself into terrified nature.
Our inert capacities startle
Even the most educated bodies.
Where dry meets cold and naked,
Breathing always arouses
A crowd and we can limit
Our suspicions to the simple
Justice that will carry us further
From trouble than our wills.
We balance inside on the slippery,
Sleeping bed of hate.
(Words in italics from Jenny Holzer’s The Living Series, 1981–1982)