Julie Mannell
When you are gone I imagine you go to wherever Christmas lights live in the summertime...
When you are gone I imagine you go to wherever Christmas lights live in the summertime...
I LEFT THE LAPTOP TO GO LOOK AT THE SKY I WATCHED A WHOLE SUNSET I WATCHED A WHOLE SUNSET I WATCHED A THING WHOLE FROM START TO FINISH...
Montreal freezes tears to the jawline No one in LA cries in public...
Disassociating bellies. No startling pricks or edges. All the dynamics of the world sit high on the sonic register so that they could, depending, be taken as spoiled. Perfect infinity entirely looped....
I wipe sticky sweet juice off my hands dyed pink like sunset kissed sky...
At the threshold of a collapse before the waters an unfocusing of the eyes interacts with the vision and a stillness in the body produces revelation....
ochre arms riveted and arrayed against kaleidoscopic funk, there is a circle and a thumping tide, a lilypad in the bed...
I watch this teenage Judas basted on his birthday by a person like me, whose intro, bio before a feature, in a lit mag, is longer than any Wikipedia page they will ever own....
we drive apologetically while i place myself in the center of a foreign place here, my body begins where i end...