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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 

 


 

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

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