On a Sunday Afternoon

Elinor Clark is currently studying a philosophy of science master’s in Germany. She wants to know how groups know things. She enjoys open mic nights, coding cool things and getting on a train with no destination in mind and seeing where she ends up. "On a Sunday Afternoon" is in Short Circuit #09, Short Édition's quarterly review.

I muse my bed
deep think to the ceiling

I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies

I worry a text
riot emojis
laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out

sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life

sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens

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