Two Sides of the Same Window

Photo by Karina Kashuba on Unsplash

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We’ll Never Get this Again
by Remoy Philip

We’ll never get this again
This window
This opalescent thunder-grey sky
The work of those men
This quiet
With their hammer-clatter
The few cars that pass
The siren’s whirr
This day
This time
This type of time
I’ll never get this again
I’m beginning to remember that.

An Honest View
by Remoy Philip

I don’t want to be corny here
But I want to talk about windows

There’s only two ways to be a window
Are you an open window
I want to be a closed window
There is no nuance
I am tired of nuance
I am tired of trying
Of talking about talking
Tired of not talking
Of caring about your authenticity  
I could give zero fucks about that
I want your honesty
All of it
I want your loathsome worrisome hurt-someone type of honesty

I am tired of telling you I don’t want to be corny
I am tired of telling you, directly and indirectly, that i am tired

I want to be a window
Some days closed 
Alone and weather battered
Others open--open to the summer sun and a breeze that pushes the sounds of birds and kids chirping and the city wide hammer-clatter
I want you to see through me
I want you to be able to look through me
Some days completely transparent and 
Others, frosted and opaque and cold to your touch     
Asking yourself is this real

Is this all real?

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