Jareth Armstrong
such a foggy salad
oblivious, I wanna love you
you’re pure stuff, deserving to stand in the sun
I’m no fun, I can share party drugs, or some stars to see
we clap our hands and pretend to dance
two crowded strangers who’ll pass it back and forth
‘come over,’ I let slip
it’s already called a night, let’s find our own word
I’m a ticklish warrior, and you’ll see me wrestle with the jammed door
plastic ferns can brush our calves and lazy jeans trip up our feet
You’ll point at all the knick-knacks, and we’ll look at everything but each other
I painted that one, and you tell me what you see,
and I tell you what it was meant to be
Author: Jareth is a local charm, avid enjoyer of many things, and a new papá. Feel free to find him at @legospidermanofficial on insta.
Artist: Zoe Hawker is a multi-disciplinary student artist working with sculpture, installation, and painting. Her self-reflexive practice aims to decode the absurdities of our current culture.
Editors: Brock Scholte and Fernanda Bustos Venegas