GINA PRAT LILLY
Strings 2
‘about lighthouses not having to move to save a ship’
September 2024
no crouching like today's
no crouching like today’s. one place begets the next sharp, so he gone there to see,
unsure if it could be the same as its likeness.
a flat place in some corner
a sort of roof over it to cover, the slight camber ideal for
sitting or lying, the roof ideal for
hosting safely wrappers and spoons
scattered unclear what kind of church it might be but
if this flat place could be here then OK!, not so morally emaciated!,
this is what he had thought
and now here again he finds it to be
fairly close to this idea but for the fact that
it don’t have a roof over it though it is sheltered
by two walls which is probably what gave him the impression of something holding
the outside at bay. but they’re damn high so not entirely cosy, and everything else
is still crushingly exposed until fenced or trees some
pathways through the stones some
rustling around still subtly announcing that people are here.
he thinks he knows what they’ve been getting at
but not quite who they’re getting it from. everything’s been rushed on his end
and things keep getting weirder.
like he saw this dead swan in the canal
skinny belly up
GINA PRAT LILLY is a writer living in London.
