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Palomitz aka Paloma Salgado Díaz (Chilean, based Concepción, Chile) - Noctámbulos, Painting

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i can acutely feel the thrum between my temples and the ache of my fingers picked apart. my eyes carry the weight of my affliction, my mouth trembling and serving as a lock and key. 

the ache in all of my muscles renders me almost lifeless but does not commit to killing my anxieties, my torments, or my shame. 

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𝘮.𝘬.𝘴 / 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬-𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 14, 2023

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every time, the mechanical croons put me at ease. the rasping and creaking against the tracks brings both fading and fresh memories to the forefront of my thoughts. i remember late night adventures with companions, bubbling with laughter while the taste of bourbon floated languidly on my breath. there were dozens of days when the cart corralled me into sleep, the colors of sundown seeping through when nights offered me no consolation of rest. i also remember afternoons when i had to brush over my closed eyes with sleeves or gloves or the back of my fist; whatever could soak up the shame and ache at the possibility of breaking down in front of dozens of strangers who couldn’t know what i was going through. those maladies of the heart have since passed, and in a way, i affectionately hold onto those fragments as much as i do those that are full of mirth. i wait for the hush of the wheels slowing on the track, the automated voice, and then the sliding of the doors. i'm invited in by the electronic chime. i wonder if this ride will be a memory that i will hold onto with gratified hands.

𝘮.𝘬.𝘴 / 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬-𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 8, 2023

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Acepto que sí te extrañé …extrañé ese pretexto que nos dábamos al caminar para detenernos y abrazarnos como solo tu y yo podíamos hacerlo.

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i used to dream of grays wishing away the color of fresh mud years, i spent, waxing lyrical about those hues because grays and blues make up the oceans the skies and then i discovered the shimmer of garnet the warmth of cocoa the resemblance of the Earth fallen leaves adorning river banks cattails swaying in the tepid breeze i no longer dream of grays or blues, or greens, or in-betweens

𝘮.𝘬.𝘴 / 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬-𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 7, 2023