he opens the windows,
because the brick walls
seem to love trapping in
[ the heat ]
reminiscent of his mother’s arms in youth;
[ but the cold ]
now feels strange,
detached.
alone, it forces the mind to jump
from shelter to elsewhere,
[ feeling ]
like the leap from teen
to adult, it overwhelms
the blinds, crashing above the sill,
pushing them out to see the sea
of wind, of bills to pay and
thoughts to weigh out
[ of survival, breaking— ]
thrashing through the pages of his calendar
like thoughts he sifts through at night,
before closing his eyes to find them
open
Kyrin Sturdivant is a BFA in Creative Writing from Hamline University in St. Paul, MN, as well as a multimedia artist, who enjoys film, theatre, dance, and all forms of creative writing.
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