What Kristie Muller Keeps on Her Tongue

Kristie Muller’s Pills On My Tongue does what the title promises and then goes somewhere more uncomfortable than you expect. The pills are there—literal, chemical, patient—and so is the tongue, and between those two things Muller opens a space where dependence and the body’s quiet negotiations with its own chemistry sit unresolved. It’s intimate in the way that medical things always are, even when they’re framed as art. Especially then.