EMILY KENDAL FREY & ZACHARY SCHOMBURG

 

WE WENT INSIDE AND SAT ON THE SEAT

we went inside

and sat on the seat

it was dark
it was January

people don’t care

anymore

surrounded by neat
dead bodies

there are like a million

in the country

I was told mostly

it's nothing

a bull’s eye of heat
something

 

she could do
she was designed for
 

 

LEGS WITH STICKS

we scrape at our bare

legs with sticks

from this distance

my ankles look like marshmallows

let's measure things—

branches, ants

 

 

THE ONE ABOUT THE BROTHER IN THE BATHTUB

the one about the brother in the bathtub
the one about little beaks
the one about walking
in a timelapse camera
I guess we never did fill them
but we put things in them
my mouth just kinda opened
like a slow flower
 

 

OUR PALMS ARE PLATES

our palms are plates
the stars are hard

 

on us from the start

they don't know how to get in line

I don't want to burn up

that's lonely

 

 

I'M UP AGAINST THE RED SIDES

I’m up against the red sides

feeling for an edge

something needs to be born on the horizon
something needs to be bloody in the middle of the light