Solitaire from Demo by Oleander Grey

Bowling to kill time. Eating to feel anything. Sharing to drink. Create another empty memory. Lonely & sorry. Calm & boring. Slut shamed & storied. Famed & glorified. Scarlet lettered. Tar & feathered. Floundering. A bottle, some message. A sailor, resignation. An organ, the sea. Oh Danny, the pipers are calling.

(It starts before you even notice the beginning of the end you just look up and suddenly at some point people start peeling out and you remember for a second this whole thing was temporary and all you can think is let’s just stay here together a little while longer but the party’s almost over except for the stragglers who just can’t let go.)

• Punk
• Galesburg