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ESCHATOLOGY OF ATTENTION, IG

  • Jul 10
  • 1 min read

By Vaiva Grainyte


I follow plump tabbies:

Impersonated voices asking for haaam

Dressing up for Halloween, sporting wigs.

Then I’m off to razed buildings in Gaza:

Bloodied heads of wee Palestinian brothers on stretchers

Weeping, thanking the paramedics for a sip of water.

Then suddenly I’m at a frenzied curl-cutting ritual

Amidst orthodox Jews,

Cut short by coachers preaching on

The toxic magnetism of anxious and avoidantly attached personalities.

Next, I’m cornered by the urgency of a last-minute sale on

Thermal tights,

And if I fail to take in some Japanese collagen,

I risk ending up all alone.

I’d love to circle back to those brothers, see if they made it out alive,

But already an asana app reminder jolts me –

I am yet to give a heart to the Ancient Woods profile,

And to a Kyiv drone fundraiser.



 
 

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