SandScript 2021
Art & Literature Magazine
Art & Literature Magazine
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It was a house of contradictions<br />
plaques and degrees<br />
rows of shiny metal squares that housed yellowed paper<br />
Harvard Stanford<br />
and an empty garage whose cars had been repossessed<br />
a bartop<br />
made from discarded bottle caps<br />
remnants of the hours upon hours upon hours of drinking<br />
lined up like dots of candy glazed in a sheen of glue<br />
an over-sized dictionary on a large wooden stand<br />
pages filled with red checkmarks<br />
from the times my father forced me<br />
to look up a word I mispronounced<br />
where I stood and pretended to lecture<br />
where I stood and pretended people listened<br />
supple leather<br />
lamps with tassels<br />
and in the bathroom cartoons copied from the Sunday funnies<br />
drawn in stiff sticky black acrylic<br />
entire comic strips that looked down at you while you sat on the toilet<br />
people<br />
whose names I didn’t know<br />
people<br />
who were there for days or weeks or months<br />
or only hours<br />
and then nothing<br />
I shuffled down the hallways bunny in hand<br />
nothing more than decoration<br />
like the paint on the wall<br />
a guest<br />
a visitor<br />
nothing<br />
nothing made sense<br />
and yet it was all I knew<br />
come here little thing he said to me<br />
it was the naked man with the sheet stuck in his ass<br />
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