• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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I Can See Unhappiness Anywhere

I am not reacting
I stay in a house made
Of paper, spit and the arrowed
Light of a tower guiding my fears
In the mirror of shadows.

Outside the boys play ball
Before knifing bodies
Their teams grow smaller
Bloodied blades and clavicles pile up
Under the rubble of mansions.

There may be happiness lurking
Somewhere I can’t see
The bricks keep out everybody
Our castles collapse into us
We continue to put the kettle on.

I found a yolk-coloured board once
It rode under my arm, for a brief
Moment I was all sunshine
Then the chimneys blew smoke
Uncolouring it all again.