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issue 3: HEATWAVE

in defense of staring at the sun

KAILAH FIGUEROA
i don’t think i qualified for the it-girl residency this year;
my application got denied because i’ve never been off the east coast,
& now i can’t stand the sound of california in everyone’s mouths --
i don’t need to stand on the production-lot of a hollywood blockbuster
to know of nepotism, to know that good art & good candidates are rarely seen.
i think i typed “da innernet” instead of “The Internet”
because i thought that the job was here for “diversity”
maybe i didn’t qualify because they thought i couldn’t swim
& would drown in the valley of LA traffic.
but i told them that east coast traffic is just as bad too
if you’re driving through virginia during the holidays.
i imagine i’ll be twentysomething living in the city
at a corporate job & my cute corporate coworker turned work-husband
will smile at me & i’ll smile at him but eye contact is hard when
your contacts are drying at the center of your irises,
so i keep blinking, trying to alleviate the dryness
& now he thinks i'm strange because i can’t blink correctly
but blinking is involuntary like blushing or breathing
& maybe he thinks i’m a cool girl for my rare & niche hobby
of bodily autonomy. & i’ll tell him about
the endeavors of bathroom conversations — not a conversation
held in a bathroom but a conversation about bathrooms
& how for a long time i missed standing barefoot in a shower
& not worrying about the girls talking shit about my type-4 curls
clogging the drains or sticking to the shower curtain.
but i want him to know that i’m a cool girl outside the cubicle
so i tell him about my vinyl record collection & how i was a dancer in a past life
& think maybe he’ll want me a little more. but even between
all the cubicle conversations, we all want an inner circle,
but i just want to feel like the center of a circle:
alive & calm in the eye of a storm, even if it’s out of reach,
even when the world’s ending around us, even when i don’t say
the words “violence” or “systematic” or “bondage” because
apparently, those words retired from the mouths of millions so long ago.
but how when they’re the reason why i’m here in the first place:
disjointed & carrying myself on the train where the silence of strangers
is the most peaceful part of my day & after getting lost in the beauty of
the way the old man holds his own hands over his belly, & i’ll think maybe
i didn’t dream big enough, maybe the dream could’ve been held in my hands,
but maybe i thought all the days would be endless,
& i would learn to love a broken thing like the printer or the scanner & maybe
i’ll find the reason, find the malfunction or the paper jam of all my past heartaches
telling me why i’ve spent my whole life trying to be the center of someone's world.

Kailah Figueroa is a writer, editor, and an enthusiast of photography, coffee, and kindness. She is the founding editor of Mid-Heaven Magazine, a zine centered around weird and sad girl art & writing. You can find her on Instagram and Twitter @KailahFigueroa.
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