let me keep this memory

just this one



Xiao Wen Ju for Grey Magazine, Fall 2012 

Today the fair is leaving town.

They took the cotton candy machine,

There’s no more chocolate

And neither raspberry popcorn.

They disassemble the Ferris wheel -

The skinny, tattooed boys.

I watch their hands,

They’re covered in dust.

One of them has a earring and green eyes,

Another one’s shorts are ripped,

On every move his thigh appears white.

They have to leave,

The autumn in coming.

“ I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out. ”