โป ABOUT . ISSUES . EVENTS โป
๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ฏ
๐ฒโ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐
in pomegranate juice
until my shoulders stick
to the walls
like a warm tongue
on a frozen poll
in march
my arms become
bair, hairless
as you try to peel me away
my cries echo
throughout your crooks
as i plead for you
to keep me
i leave small, scattered traces
of myself
so neither of us can
forget
i was here
oh, how it will hurt,
but it will be nice
to lean on something
for a while
๐ช ๐ญ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ท ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ
brought blankets of
silence and snow
the edges of my socks
have turned damp
and you offer to
drape them along
the radiator
we watch as the winds
seize and crash
like a bucket of dirty cutlery
at the end of a saturday night service
iโm scared the glass will crack
you tell me iโm imagining things, again
i fear if i tell you
about the cold seeping
through the floorboards,
you wouldnโt notice
i donโt think you care to notice
i donโt think you are bothered
you spit and
as you make your way to the other room,
i grab my socks and
run
tomorrow is now today
and the snow has seeped
through the pavement
and out of my socks
they are hard and
smell of wet cabbage
โwhat happened last night?โ
โwell i woke up this morning
and the sun still rose where it
ought to
so iโm not sure
what youโre going on aboutโ
the salt still hurts my toes
lily bennett scharf is a visual artist, writer, and astrology girlie born and raised in Montreal. She received her BFA in photography from Concordia University in 2020 and creates works that explore interpersonal relationships, bittersweetness, memory, performance, and the mundane. Her work has been seen in places such as Gallery Luz, Gallery Parfois, and Espace Pop