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By Dev Murphy

When there is silence all that there has ever been is silence and when there is noise all that there has ever been is noise: a music box, a baby scooped, a circle saw; all is heat and deep deep love and there will never be sorrow again—but I can’t take this tapping and whirring always, as sad as I am, as lone as I am, and now, now, it is silent again, it will be forever silent: I am awake in my bed again and you are lying next to me, and we are not touching because I don’t have AC and the night is too hot and still for contact, there’s a sweat at every brush, there will always be a sweat.

Dev Murphy is a writer and illustrator living in Pittsburgh.

Illustration by Dev Murphy.


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