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by Emma
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You wake up in the afternoon. There is day left. Bright. The sun streams blankly through the window. Outside there is no sound. Inside the house there is no sound. Breathe in and feel it bloom up in your chest, deep as a lake. As dark and timeless. A frequency, a signal settles up and shimmers in the air same as it sparks against your teeth in darker rooms than this one. You think this body that you have is what you use to tune it in, roll around, scrape yourself against the edges. You think about your body, what it is. Think about your parents and their sadness, what you can't ask. Day, the blank light, what occurs to you without it. Think about your body and the mess of wires inside.
Posted by Emma at September 11, 2016 2:18 PMComments