Declat Poem by Adora Williams

The guys around screaming football goals — their joy to keep the schedule

In slow motion — in my mind screen — while I try to mend the heart
That didn't want to wake up today

Every time I feel like my sadness is overflowing
I try to approach it as a concept because that's the
Only way I could handle it
On my own
As if life were just a silent movie with very bad plot twists

I write it, I'm not good with images, not good with sounds

My visual perspective is holographic blurs of dried oak leaves
My voice is so baffled in dismay

And some days are just to pad life out