holy

by Chiara Maxia

holy Xanax

holy Prozac

holy sea water, wine, blood and other liquid things

holy distortions, Sonic Youth, background noise on audiotapes

holy Diane Arbus, exploitation cinema, brutalist buildings

soaked in the muggy clouds of late august

holy concept of never, and the pain from it

holy past, holy present, holy future

holy Vienna, Budapest, holy mitteleuropa

holy my uterus and Sylvia Plath’s poems

holy hunger, impatience, nostalgia

holy scars, holy freckles

- sparkles

holy Godard, Truffaut, Cassavetes

longing feels religious if you do it right.

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