LAY, LADY, LADY
June 23rd, 2020
Words & Photographs by Agustina Zabala
I write what I can't touch and then I disguise it as something else: that's what poetry means to me
From A Wounded Animal
Part I: I’d Set Fires To...
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Somedays I am a tree falling in the forest when no one is listening.
Somedays I’m sure I could be a savior if I could just get out of this bed.
Today I woke up and my tulip opened before me with a grace only worthy of nature. If I wanted I could cut it with a pair of scissors or with my own hands, but I'm not interested in having that kind of power.
I write what I can't touch and then I disguise it as something else.
That's what poetry means to me.
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Part II: How Do You Picture Yourself In 10 Years?
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Today I locked myself in the bathroom to smoke. I looked at the stars
through a hole in the ceiling for a while and then I threw the ashes in
the sink. At that exact moment I thought "I will find myself in this same
situation so many times in my life..." and I laughed.
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Part III: THIESE ARE TEXTS I SHOULD’VE SENT BUT I DIDN’T GET THE CHANCE TO HAVE THE LAST WORD, SO...
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WHEN WE KISSED I WAS THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE I
THINK YOU’D MAKE A BETTER DOOR THAN A WINDOW
JUST SO YOU KNOW
I FELL ASLEEP WATCHING CASABLANCA AND YOU’RE
NOT THE GOOD GUY YOU THINK YOU ARE
Agustina Zabala is a 21-year-old non-binary contributor from Argentina. They don't necessarily define themselves as an artist, but someone who explores mediums like painting, writing and photography to express vulnerability, explore their identity and seek to show what they love. You can follow Agustina on Instagram @agggggstina
Part IV: A Moment Of Silence
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Last night a black hole opened in the middle of my head and Bob Dylan secretly said to me: Be careful with the words, Darling... Humans we are wounded animals, who only know how to hurt.
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To those whose miserable souls can ruin our lives... To those who brag about
electric cars and satellites... To those who would never look at us... THEY ARE
THE ONES WHO DESERVE ALL THE HAZE IN THIS WORLD.
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Part V: Lay, Lady, Lay
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I woke up in a gray clinic. The window faced the
wall of a gray building. I’m being discharged
today.
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My knuckles are now healing, and my
cat is waiting for me at home. I don’t
want to hurt anymore.
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I can’t wait to lay on the grass and look at the clouds passing by swiftly... I
know Bob would be proud if he knew that.
Agustina Zabala is a 21-year-old non-binary contributor from Argentina. They don't necessarily define themselves as an artist, but someone who explores mediums like painting, writing and photography to express vulnerability, explore their identity and seek to show what they love. You can follow Agustina on Instagram @agggggstina
