INTERMISSION

by Khashayar "Kess" Mohammadi

ambient in tines of the subway

door closed was the thoughts

we did think. like... how

our friend group is just a

big fucking flap of text of

all we wished over a year to

have truly thought about. like

we did think a lot if parking

lots "Empty"? into what? a field

is only a field. no philosophy

was read on the bus. 

*****(((INTERLUDE)))*****

we make beds of ourselves and

watch as heat is dispersed in the

minimal. whichever meanings

fathomed. spread practice thru

it. repeat before next

*****(((INTERLUDE)))*****

where the bed is all that practice

becomes.