Adventura, Poetry
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Still by Emily Mary Chin | ORKED MAG (Photo by lua-valentia-210488)

Photo by Lua Valentia


I am lost
and you are the city at night.
I could stumble around all day
breaking windows, picking locks.

I would sleep
but I can’t fall asleep here.

It gets warm
wherever you are.
It gets loud
but I try to be quiet.

It’s hard to be quiet,
it’s hard to be still;
when you’re hard,

it’s hard
to be still.

How do I sit still
with you,
eyes burning,
hands burning–

I can’t sit still.

How do you sit still
with fire burning beneath you?

The streets are rife with chaos
and I can’t tell which way is up
but with your body, still,
next to mine,

I forget about getting out.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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