"ragweed season" by nat raum


flashbulbs are still dancing in my eyes coronas of deep

dark pooling dread i take myself out of context sometimes

praying i might sound sane saline water clinging to my

brow even after heaving on the surface

within the baptismal font (the bearer of death):

in the undertow hot tub lights cycle in perpetuity

through blurry vision i never could keep

track of anything let alone swim goggles man o’wars

swirling above in flood currents red skies by night

red eyes by morning

[the last time i regained consciousness, stevie nicks

was playing in the grocery store.]


nat raum (b. 1996, they/she) is a queer disabled artist and writer from baltimore, md, usa. their practice centers around creating hybrid work in the form of books and zines that explores existential crises, troubled states of mind, and deep dark secrets. most of their recent work pertains to their history of trauma and subsequent c-ptsd diagnosis. they are the founder and editor-in-chief of fifth wheel press.

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