Longer
by Siel Ju

The clear truth of the moment is that it'll pass. Any sort of desire or impetus or agency or ability of emotional closeness you feel right now – that'll pass. What's left'll be the vague sense that you wanted something that may or may no longer be worth the effort. If it helps picture the happy reverse too. As in, if we work quickly, that too will produce illimitable desire, perhaps. I'd like to think that the individual is unique, but act a certain slutty way, and they'll all react back in the exact manner you imagined. Let it go and just write shorter poems, though you'll find it easier to do so if you've already published. Otherwise you'll simply come across as lazy, will you not.

Homage

A series of conversations about breaking stuff.

"I really don't want to talk about this."

"Fine. Okay," said Kate. This was just last night. Long silence for a phone conversation, maybe ten seconds, maybe even fifteen or twenty. Not twenty. But long. Maybe fifteen.

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