“It All Becomes Unreal” © Edward Michael Supranowicz
S P A C E D
I’m
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s p a c e d
i stare past you as I slip
dripping, aching to feel your moment
am i here?
time fleets like soft sheets
of white snow carpeted,
hearts covered in insulation
religion isn’t from the Divine anymore
tiny rituals
spitting, choking, slipping again,
Drowning
I speak to your face
my eyes glazed
my Soul phasing
in and out of “reality”
am i here?
I M S P A C E D
B A C K SP A C E
I belong –
Not here
But H E R E
in the space
in the Void
i talk to your face
it contorts under my gaze
Hello?
Are you there?
Julia Machanik is a writer from South Africa, uncovering difficult personal topics through wordplay and rhyme. If not at the library or local coffee shop, she’s out in nature or at home with her cat. Poetry is her primary artistic medium, and coupled with crochet, she makes an excellent grandma in her 20s.
Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize multiple times.