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Junk Space / Utility

By Sneha Narayan, ISC Batch of 2024














JUNK SPACE

an empty street is no place /

for anything.

a crowded one isn't one.

where are the people? look /

upon them, where they go /

their pretense is of another.

face embossed with guilt /

heart troubled with hope.

where are the safes?

they hold forgotten things.

no — not today. there are five six seven locks

and none of them are open today. not for you.

watch that lamp. it only flickers

when your eyes flutter shut.


UTILITY

alight! says the flame

and so does the train

both are burdensome, and

so is utility the face of burden.

where are the spaces

that belong to the people?

where they begin, the space ends.

empty, empty.

you end where i begin.

empty.

somebody has painted a body

and you are covered in blood.

somebody has dripped on the porch

and the rain has washed it out.

your only proof is you.

your only comparison is you.

but how do you compare indefinition?

you cannot trust your hands to

do what they must.

betrayal is good. there is a heart in this lonely space.




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