FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2013
This Little Brittle Pink House By ALEX KOLPAN
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How easily the idea that ‘something better’ comes together With simple addition and change of color. Yellow brightened up the dusk when the dawn settled in winter Exacerbated the rays of the sun when summer finally came. When I could no longer stare into the sun I’d retreat back inside Off the porch with no stairs Into this little brittle pink house. Wallpaper repeated red Ran over by falling carnations. Native Americans fleeing captivity Finely painted on an antique pinball machine. Dusted piano with out of tune black and white keys. A hour glass with no sand left. Remnants of unfinished Scrabble games The letters were scattered everywhere. Babe Ruth photograph framed next to an empty jug of water That shook under the commotion of what lingered above. A tug-o-war of sorts concerning financial issues and mother-daughter links. Over and over promises that this could really work With a new design, and a new extension A new bathroom and refurnished kitchen. Long days and nights gone fishing Prayers, hopes, and wishing Make up and white teeth that glistened There was always something missing. When the paint finally begins to peel And all that you’ve built up is revealed No matter how hard you tried to conceal There will always be A little brittle pink house. Alex Kolpan can be reached at alkolpan@loyno.edu
“Untitled” by mass communication sophomore Tarrah Aroonsakool. December 2012. Watercolor, marker, prisma, coffee, tea, rice, banana paper. 12 x 16 in.