FALL
2019
KIOSK 61
Ellie Closen Luce a Lucca, 2019
PARADISE LOST
Elyssa Bezner Juxtaposition, 2018
THE HOUSE PLANT AND THE KITCHEN WINDOW by Katherine Brauer
There’s a dying plant in the kitchen
I have spent a lot of time in that kitchen
window. We always keep the window
feeling sorry for myself this year. And
open, as a strategically placed black hole
hearing terrible and depressing things that
at nighttime and an alarm clock shining
make me want to jump right into that black
into my bedroom doorway in the morning.
hole. Bust past the green/brown leaves
There’s a pile of dishes in the sink, but it’s a
falling onto the hardwood floor, plunge into
different one from yesterday morning, and
the unknown nothingness. There is such an
clean pans and one dirty pot on the stove.
unrelenting exhaustion that goes into this
There’s a beige-ness to the room, not in
bullshit. There’s no simple way to talk about
actual color but in feeling. Not completely
it, to allude to the elitism that is whiteness
white, like a canvas that can be made into
and the patriarchy and the rest of these
anything, but something a little grimmer,
debasing power structures that are running
grimier, that you can’t quite clean out.
the world into the ground. Pushing us closer and closer to that black hole.
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