"Untitled" by Prachi Valechha
how to make a film festival by Catherine Weiss
bricks are made out of heat and clay.
carrots are made out of water and sunlight.
roads are made out of asphalt or dirt or gravel
or sometimes cobblestones too I guess.
thoughts are made of invisible anchors
tied to invisible kites. lies are thoughts
with tangled-up strings; dreams are coins
made of fog made of breath made of sleep.
when I try to go to bed I remember
how once I said I would start my own film festival.
I said this to many people (including my boss
who already ran a film festival) who now all know
I failed. any plan is comprised of equal parts
dreams, thoughts, and lies. sometimes I think
I am furniture—even my sorrows are mediocre.
did you know, some people are made of mulch
and shame, like how a tree believes it is made
out of tree until it is already the coffee table.
if you ask me, the future is made up of erosion;
the daily subtractions of grief from time.
a proliferation of back-buckling frost-heaves
in the pavement, the way made impassable
by the arrival of yet another temperate spring.
carrots are made out of water and sunlight.
roads are made out of asphalt or dirt or gravel
or sometimes cobblestones too I guess.
thoughts are made of invisible anchors
tied to invisible kites. lies are thoughts
with tangled-up strings; dreams are coins
made of fog made of breath made of sleep.
when I try to go to bed I remember
how once I said I would start my own film festival.
I said this to many people (including my boss
who already ran a film festival) who now all know
I failed. any plan is comprised of equal parts
dreams, thoughts, and lies. sometimes I think
I am furniture—even my sorrows are mediocre.
did you know, some people are made of mulch
and shame, like how a tree believes it is made
out of tree until it is already the coffee table.
if you ask me, the future is made up of erosion;
the daily subtractions of grief from time.
a proliferation of back-buckling frost-heaves
in the pavement, the way made impassable
by the arrival of yet another temperate spring.
Catherine Weiss is a poet and artist living in Maine. Their work has been published in Tinderbox, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Counterclock, Noble/Gas Quarterly, petrichor, The Mantle, and elsewhere. Catherine’s manuscript "unlove" was selected as a finalist for the 2019 Button Poetry Chapbook Contest.
Prachi Valechha is a freelance cartoonist and animator from India. Valechha loves to make Toons and Toons for Tunes.
You can find more of their work at: instagram.com/rainbowteeth
You can find more of their work at: instagram.com/rainbowteeth
