Vytenis Bagdonas
Home alone Jelly ball skidmarks Streaming on baby carrot puke orange laminate First time alone, youngling A squab smashes against the glass Flutters away in a deranged seizure of flight Little brown ants little brown roaches little sand colored moths A gray dust patina on life yet unlived Sunlight bombing me out of my mind As thoughts strive to jump out of windows and Through hoops right here On the beer stained sticky rug Don’t you dare fall asleep now Sizzling in the infrared Outside, somewhere, grandma approaches ‘Gonna just grab a newspaper from the stand Don’t do anything’ Clouds coming in from the South, steps The dust smells funny I’ve put honey into wrappers Called it candy Got scolded Keys jingle Gramps was alive back then
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Vytenis is a Lithuanian writer from Vilnius. His creative work focuses on the personal and societal impact of trauma, diverging cultural realities, and technological progress, combining his academic background (History and Communications) with a stated deep responsibility to experience life to the fullest through creativity.
Twitter: @bagvyt