FALL
2019
KIOSK 61
PARADISE LOST
Hampton Williams Untitled, 2019
too bright by Molly Carroll
the sun, the sea, the leaves on treesall signs of life, they say. it makes sense then - I hate those things indoors, undercovers, I stay. for weeks on end, time passes by fresh air - I never breathe paralyzed by CO2 emptiness achieved. self-destruction inevitable but how can I put it off? wash face, get dressed, keys, drive, car hauls to a stop.
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arrive at a public place - people, faces - maybe I’m alright
exchange a smile, okay for a while, till again the sun’s too bright.
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