Edition #9
Transitions and Resolutions
Sara Whittemore
Edited by Limi Kalapurackal
Thesis statement
i haven’t seen the world
for what it is
collapsing into grains of concrete
Shards
plastic, glitter, lead
i have been dancing on the precipice
of this
Apocalypse
now for years. we’re writing something
born of decay, years of cigarettes
in dirty ashtrays, spitting down our rosy
cheeks, splashing liquor in the
Eye
til time dilates down my face too
Stillness
eat uncooked ramen while watching
fboy island in bed
text a dude i think is cute but it’s probably
boredom
that drags me along
this fascist monstrosity
our ecosystems
lashing upon our eyelids in
manic depression. i know things, i say
yet each year this spiral of degrading
decadence captures in moments
slung adhoc against barriers
we can’t capitulate. really, i don’t know
Anything at all
i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i watch from
worlds away, torn apart under the rubble
blasting fireworks over a bayou
i don’t know anything at all
building soundtracks for the end times
with some sort of terrifying glee
i write you a letter stained with someone else’s
sweat and spit. the worlds
we build
collapse
Endlessly
I
find myself crying over any drop of blood
praying to gods i doubt exist
burying the sun in the toilet each moment
we continue to set the clocks forward
furious, the white petaled daisies
sprout from red dirt, spectroscopic filter
glared lens over perception
we are interested in ideology
we write films in smashed glass
bottles, pills, the desert’s long drifting
i watched
him watch
as i danced
i will always
watch myself
being watched
i post on instagram
this video of drones flying over
while our silent screams fold
into held hands and statements swelling
from beyond
what little imaginations
we are left with
nothing exists
i say in the darkness of day
everything exists
Carelessly,
carelessly