SCAN MAGAZINE SPRING 2022
Poem by Jackson Williams Photography: "Afterparty" by Chi Huynh
I lose interest so quickly and cannot be expected to stay in one place I shift phases like the moon and sweep by like the wind Running like I’m running out of time But you? For you, I am the earth the mountains ground into The spreading roots of a sequoia A skeleton in its grave If the world should die I’d be sitting calmly in the midst of all ruin Still patiently and loyally there Swallowing pomegranate seeds For you, I’d stay.
