A Tibetan Skeleton Dancer, Taken In 1925 By Joseph Rock.

Savannen 13 / Skälsö Arkitekter

Photos © Anna Sundström

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Adut Akech at Valentino fall/winter 2018 couture

Reflect

Once upon a time,

Long Ago. Away.

I met a pretty girl.

I smiled at her and she smiled back

I giggled, you’re cray.

You’re cray - she giggled, chiming with

me.

The wind blew at us

Hair blurring our face. We

smiled at it, together.

We grumbled-just a tiff. I flicked

pebbles at her. She hid,

ducking underwater

I frowned.

10 seconds after, she was

back. Patient. Together.

Said stay as I mouthed-

I lip-read her.

And smiled as she did-

She understood.

Now, she won’t be there.

I look for her

She is gone. Just my face.

It’s not the same.

It’s not pretty.

Crazy

various cicada-shaped knickknacks

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Not That.

Sad may be spectacular,

Sad may be soft,

And easy to embrace.

Sad may be sympathetic,

Sad may be funny

Found amidst dry laughs—

Sad may even be romantic.

Oh, Silence (that is golden).

Sad may be incredible

Sinuous streams (sobs)

and slow songs,

Sad may well be soulful,

But do not tell me

That sad is beautiful.

“I did not know then that identities could be lost in translation.”

—

Diksha Bijlani, “Translated Disney”

NEW Best of Button playlist! Today’s additions: Diksha Bijlani, & Neil Hilborn. Congrats poets!

Wild that we can play out alter egos on the internet and still be *authentic*