Kiss Kiss Kiss

Kiss Kiss Kiss

Catch this day in 120 characters, 160 if you’re feeling generous. People and announcements have caught me off- guard. What’s more, that broken triad isn’t gospelling any message of hope- just that the economic station attendant is the immanent station attendant. And all of a sudden it’s easy to imagine the onboard intercom crackling with uncertainty, and dozens of people running to catch the bus I’m running to catch. Until then though, it’s immaterial, as tricky consciousness peels images away from experience; those kids skidding chips onto the tracks, some couple drinking each other over a lone suitcase, the gleam of a coin, scratching persistently at the surface of the future and the air stirring, breathing with the last warmth of summer, kissing skin like a cloud of moths in transit, or thousands of tiny text messages flying through the ether.

Lachlan Brown