LIGHT.

Vittoria M. Conti

Age: 20

Location: New York, at the Hungarian Pastry Shop. Sat at the table next to the concrete column where the water dispenser is, facing the door and the windows.

Written: 15 Aug 2025

white lines in new york

luminous flux flowing through 

                                    no resistance    fears erased

flying over this kaleidoscopic city

                                   & a goat is playing the cello

no more motion sickness

                                                time suspended in

intertwined talking         Undres

                                                   -sed thoughts

schizophrenic scenario or pure joy 

                                            not relevant anyway

mythical creature I want 

                                         to crack your head 

                                                                       open 

scoop your brain with a gold spoon 

                                                        and eat it raw

best way  only way to 

                                     do justice    properly absorb

the marvel of your        ecstatic mind

                                                no bodily deed could

 compare to     electric telepathy 

                               naughty cosmos & its influence

this is   likeninewhitelineslikeafreshdivelike

                                       knowingalltherightrhymes

impossible to capture 

                                 peacocks dancing in your eyes

it feels good to let the rope go

                                                       for the first time 

negative space 

is not loss