Archaic
Written by Jackson Harris Illustrated by Christopher Ikonomou
assembled in the literal and reaching out to touch suits and ties and evil eyes on years and years of dust I’m not who I remember now older? yes, but I should not be proud as the passerby hold up scarves and roses not in my backyard, condolence no context in the apartment complex I know who you are a little metaphysical, these bodies in the dark the token chose archaic, holding tight to metal stars faking names and age and playing games to feign a beating heart made for those suburban dreams just clawing for release we gather round 24
