Winter brings out emotions that are often unwelcome, but perhaps necessary.
Illustration by Jessica Gu (Graphic Designer, The Continuist)
Trevor Wilkes
Content Creator (Poetry), The Continuist
is merciless. I
sit inside under
flickering fluorescent lights,
the never-ending brazen buzzing
gives me a headache,
and leaves me with
shit for brains
if I’m too earnest.
Contrived, like your back
on the parquet floor
or your bum knee as it bends
over the front of the old kitchen chair,
marked artificially.
Careful not to give too much
unless you’re writing a poem,
in a small monochrome apartment.