Diary Entry #73

Diary Entry #73

By Olivia Burgess

Cried under a lamppost 

on the walk from the hometown 

train station. Positive tears,

glowing with promotion

in chalky LED, a practice 

in the gently magnificent art 

of letting go. Everything is always 

beautiful and ridiculous,

divine and subdued. I need arms to 

entomb me, I need to 

become urgent, 

catapult myself into a 

word romance, the artist supreme. 

Am I unseasonable? 

The stubborn weathervane. 

Get home and dry, 

then we’ll talk about anything 

all together, nothing much.