“bound in chains” by Sasha at her coffee table

Saturday April 8, 2017
5 minutes
Christopher Marlowe

“Teenagers chew chips like this,” Clara opens and closes her mouth loudly crunching. She shoves three more chips in, at once, and laughs, spewing them everywhere. “Where have you even met a teenager?” Viv asks her. “You! You’re one!” She looks at Viv adoringly and hands her a chip, a good crispy one, like Viv likes. “I’m a bit older than that, Clara,” Viv smiles and eats. “Are we going to have ice cream before bed? That’s what teenagers do on sleepovers,” Clara has finished the chips in the bowl.

“bound in chains” by Julia on her couch

Saturday April 8, 2017
5 minutes
from Poems by Christopher Marlowe

we can’t touch pain that does not belong to us
we watch from behind our screens
and from behind our great luck
we think we know what it’s like to be broken but we don’t
not when the chains we use to bind ourselves are made out of paper
macaroni necklace nooses
tie dyed t-shirts dressed up as bullet holes
we have no idea about loss
when we’ve never lost anything