Pithead Chapel

Jan 12, 2025 | identitytheory.com | Sarah Mills |Pithead Chapel

after Ocean VuongBecause night, with its key-shaped teeth, opens me like a door. That as a child, I was most concerned with how the sky made everything else seem too small. That the sky is a mouth swallowing all the trees & mountains & I am its tongue. Because when it rains the window rattles like cymbals, a quaking glass chorus. That I stood empty & clawless under a canopy of rain, praying for it to make me new. That my dead friend’s ghost is everywhere but his name is now spelled without vowels.