Xanadu

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An Absent Mind Eats Itself

From the balcony of Boston’s Symphony Hall, lights attempt to direct me towards the pounding Bernstein melody unfurling onstage. Instead, I’m imagining what would happen if I swung from the light fixture, or broke each of the tiny yellow bulbs on the chandelier, one by one. The timpani guy is bouncing around like a toddler. I’ve never seen a tuba mute before. An old man nearby inhales mucous with each breath. I’m hyper-aware, but at the same time I’m gone. I’m not at the

Jeep Gang

Words circling my mind, "It's finally nice out. Clean your car." But maybe six-year-old me didn't want to. My car, modeled after a 2003 Grand Cherokee, was dented in the front left panel; the flower bed never did recover. It was an old car, scarred with bumps and bruises, miles and mud, not only damaged, but I was told it was "the mom-mobile" of Jeeps. Apparently, there's a universal code among these illusive drivers: there was no room for my small, less intense car next to t

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"What's today's date?" asks the underclassman girl sitting next to me in Physics class, as she tries to look at the formulas on my reference table. Didn't we all get one in the beginning of the year? As I take my phone out and click the home button, I realize there's exactly sixty-one days left until June 23rd. Soon enough, the girl in my Physics class will no longer ask me the date every time we have a test. Soon enough, I won't hear her whisper the answer to me when I get c

The Bear

I can feel you Feel you standing in my meadow A meadow of sorrow Where dreams and lost toys go to rest Where the light shouldn't shine Where you shouldn't be I slept once And felt your presence Saw where you shouldn't be Saw you threatened by the mechanisms of your own failure Saw your frightened expression, as if your entire world came crashing down and the only one who truly understood it was me But I didn't do anything then Couldn't, as I was held behind my own

Concert

Frantically rubbing my hands while waiting in the cold for 16 hours, I try to regain feeling in my fingers, toes, and nose. I feel my heart pump like the booming bass from soundcheck. Running to the barricade with hundred of feet thumping behind me. The stage lights turn on, the crowd roars, and pushes forward, The lights flare as dozens of people begin to surf above my head, and I feel the temperature of the room rise as the fans scream to the sound of music. Now overheated

Water

I fell Over and over Past mountains of green scales Rivers of brown fur Valleys of grey feathers I fall Over and over Under oceans of yellow acid Past caves of pink forests Into whirlpools of white demise I'm falling I've always been Over and over Caught in my own tide In the cold wretched hands of gravity Flowing wherever I can Fated to flow Destined to fall Over and over Until it happens again, and again, and again I've seen mountains crumble and empires

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Impossible Ineffability

Gray

And I stay still.

And I stay still.

depression is...

depression is...

Gaveled

Gaveled

In the event of a fire, use the stairs

In the event of a fire, use the stairs

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