A Naive Festive by Taylor Napolsky | Really System: Issue Eleven

A Naive Festive

Taylor Napolsky

                                     Make a film about my life
in colors I use—& colors I see,
         when I slept late
         & missed a friend for
breakfast—;            if the voices I hear are real,
           how much can people possibly care about
me,       absent at well-attended conferences,
    & picking out faces
           to deduce which are adequate, from the
inaccessible, & you
                      forgave me, doubtless,      as I
took the bus even though I was late; to
not have to pay for a cab,
        & avoid paying a cab,
        & avoid paying a cab,
        & lose access, & lose access,
        counting the 1s in my wallet,
                    & see my bus pushing up the hill

Taylor Napolsky’s work has appeared in Small Po[r]tions, Maudlin House, decomP, and elsewhere. He lives in Seattle. Visit him on twitter @taylornapolsky.

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