{"id":26293,"date":"2024-11-28T11:11:00","date_gmt":"2024-11-28T16:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=26293"},"modified":"2024-12-15T13:48:27","modified_gmt":"2024-12-15T18:48:27","slug":"asoss-33-handprint","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2024\/11\/28\/asoss-33-handprint\/","title":{"rendered":"aSoSS 33 | Handprint"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>We should just become English and get double-decker buses.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Pierpont Commons, 11:30AM, 11\/8\/2024<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>there is a screech of sweaty palm on stainless steel. the paint is stripped away in degrees, each sheet plastered to a different person. to think that we grabbed the same railing, turned the same key, held our own hands in the absence of the other&#8217;s. i was young and i did not realize you were young too. the paint, strong and dazzling, untouched. the pain, flaring, like a static discharge through the heart. the same hands, once cupped and overflowing, are now scrabbling at the coffin&#8211;but from which side? bury me alive, if it means you will never see me dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>This is a really weird Sunday. I feel like everybody who was already gonna be somewhere has already left.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Trader Joe\u2019s, 12:30PM, 11\/24\/2024<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>you are stuck somewhere in a space without dimension, a page without definition. your hair trembles. if i blink, you wave, your wrist flapping back and forth, your smile stretched between ears. an apparition, childish at heart, perhaps the worst way to suffer eternity. <em>scream! please scream!<\/em> the soul never matures; it knows the mortality of the body cannot compensate for the factors of luck, the four-sixteen-sixtyfour-leaf clover tattooed on your back. you are stuck somewhere, going but not gone, and i am stuck with you, suffering in silence, praising the deity that granted passage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the devil&#8217;s dichotomy: an underworld, or a world without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Thanksgiving! It\u2019s about the food and the family. I\u2019ve told you, it\u2019s like Christmas without the capitalism!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Glen\/Catherine Inbound, 9:30PM, 10\/8\/2024<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>it is hard to write fiction and recognize the elements of truth that are sewn into the words, baked into the structure, digested in conscience and spit out as thought. of course i am thankful, but to speak it aloud would shatter the reality, a stake driven into the timeline. the only way to speak is to write, to draw parallels, to squint at the stars and see a bear. we are a kaleidoscope of butterflies, each of our successes driven by the updraft of our companion&#8217;s wings. i thank the earth for spinning so that i may see the sun split the horizon every day. i thank the moon for shining so that i may read and cry and dream without judgement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>i thank you, dear reader, for listening so that i may share a slice of this fruitful life with those who enjoy it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We should just become English and get double-decker buses. 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