By Emilea Huff
You have an obsession
with the darkest street corner.
A full-speed tire, you go to bridges
where faith took its last leap.
You read obituaries of people
you have never heard of just to
know them in their last breath.
A breath of dry air,
a corner or crease,
a plateau on a mountain of
wonderings.
You love to hear about the newest
drug, but you only drink water
and smoke city street exhaust.
You have an obsession with death,
but you never want to die.
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Post Script is a magazine written, edited, and produced by the Creative Writing Department of Barbara Ingram School for the Arts. Through our articles, stories, poems, and the occasional lifehack, we have shared some of the things most important to us. There is a remarkable diversity of talent to be found in our students and their work, and we are unified by a common respect for that diversity. The editors and writers that make Post Script possible don’t have an end goal in sight, but instead a vision of a magazine that allows us to explore, learn, and grow. We have ventured into a new medium for self-expression and self-reflection, and hope that our art and the effort that went into this project will encourage, engage, and enlighten readers of all backgrounds.
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