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BY KEIRA DIGAETANO
give me something because right
now all i’m getting is synthesizer and i can’t hear any voices just
keyboard crackle chocolate snap static and the faint buzz of
me deleting the autocorrections i keep getting even though i don’t want
capitalization i want to express myself in feelings not grammar
and
i can’t translate satisfaction to my teeth anymore and
isn’t that a symptom so
i took a walk and scrolled through instagram the whole way home
on the corner of my street and metaphysical wasteland a red car shot by me not
fast but shot as in the engines sounded like machine guns and in the moment i thought
one, the government is plotting to kill us all slowly and now is our time
two, the dc sniper is back (because, of course, you know) and
three, how unfair is it that other things can be killing don’t the murderers know the hospitals
can’t really handle stab wounds right now (if they were clean i wouldn’t really mind)
but it was just a car that looked like it would be shiny and fast but clearly wasn’t taken care of
like an easter bunny or halloween black cat that no one knows what to do with because
now it’s thanksgiving and it’s not really cat season and anyway mom’s sister is allergic
so no one’s taking care of medieval wedding dress red cars
post-near death experience me thought about when people say that flowers blooming in
desolation are miracles and epitomized hope, eternal resilience,
but when i saw one flowering bush on my walk back all i thought was
can’t you read the room?