poem for a tragic son

and around every corner is the same night on repeat — sir babygirl

ANOTHER HAUNTED HOUSE.

the world is pulsing, bright, birds
hurling greetings across branches
an aliveness that cuts to the heart
with a knife that twists and still 

the heart keeps beating. keeps you 
breathing past a sudden splash 
of water, thunderous, past a boy 
dead and drowning. you’re not a killer.

who do you think you are, really?
open your eyes into a mirror
and see paper white blankness 
staring back. light falling through

you now, a ghost haunting his own life
a kid in a sheet waving at the sky.  

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Yes, I put writing about Kendall Roy of Succession fame in your inbox. Logan refuses to drop dead and now nobody can have fun. For context, I wrote this after the Season 2 finale and before Jordan and I had begun Season 3. Unfortunately I do enjoy Kendall’s character and think it is funny to point and laugh at him. Like ‘my poor little meow meow’ except that I do not claim him and he is more rich and pathetic than anything else so it’s more like 'somebody else’s rich pathetic meow meow’. Should’ve taken the money and gotten out!

Originally a response to an escapril prompt, which I’m on my third year of attempting. Why is it 14 lines and therefore sonnet-esque? Who knows. Stream Ley’s Kendall Roy Haunted House mv <3

— Joanne

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kendall roy looking pathetic, succession season 3 episode 3 ‘the disruption’ dir. cathy yan (insane episode!)

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clearly wasn’t going to have a kendall image as cover photo so here is a bonus image taken from my stranger in the alps pinterest board, from sean fitzgerald’s winter ghosts series