things hidden on the surface of skin
By Sydney Johnson
These stanzas are the documentation of the pieces of people I’m allowed to see.
there is a woman who carries one hundreds in her purse like they are twenties she wears robes around her house even when she has guests and laughs like the world is ending there was a man who brought the nastiest protein bars to me he lived in an empty house with empty decor i know very little of him but i know his generosity there is a girl whose first instinct is to judge she does it as naturally as humans become envious it seeps out of her like facial oil it is part of her all the same that same girl talks to me about literature her face and limbs contort on top of the car seat with marvel when she is tired you can see it in the way she walks it practically seeps out of her there is a person who thinks long before they speak it is not a testament to their ego, i think, but instead of their genuity to answer after thinking can rest between arrogance and sincerity i can sense no ill intent in their silence i could be wrong the same person writes songs as if they were letters and has a strange, strange atmosphere to them i could not tell you why they remind me of an awkward conversation when the sun is lowering in the sky and the steam from a childhood tea recipe curls into the air, only seen in the escaping beam of light from the drowning sun
A lot of important thoughts and conversations with my brother and mom had already worked their way into this piece so my interpretation of certain things comes through. Although the anonymity and almost vagueness of the people is intentional, it took a long time for me to realize that I wanted this piece to be more about what I’ve noticed in the world and how it translates to what I notice about people. So the vagueness of the people is very intentional, but not the words. Take the words for face value, they mean exactly what they say.
Sydney Johnson is a long time reader, inquisitive writer and student. She loves listening to and making music, her houseplants and the visual and written arts. Her goal as a writer is to have the ability to guide her readers into understanding even her most complex thoughts.
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