ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 101
It's January
There is this disease that I am.
With it goes a dull ache
and the gnawing satisfaction that it's mine.
The joy of owning this pain
is a black and white tv set
which hums almost inaudibly
from across the room at 3 in the morning.
And it's January
which means:
if I wake up I won't
turn it offit's that cold.
Instead I'll lie quietly and
watch the lonely snow crackle
until my mind curls up and sleeps
in those sheets of white noise.
Matt Mullin
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