Zuzanna Bartoszek: Under The Spiky Sun

UNDER THE SPIKY SUN

Don’t go out, sun has spikes! Stay at home or stay at night.

Let’s keep the night for 24h a day, shoot the sun! We don’t need it,
we have screens and lamps.. oh, cozy lamps!

Besides that, sun gives me rush, you know? It’s like unfair.

Can’t go to the beach, can you imagine. Unless mommy puts
spf1000 sunscreen on me. She put so much I lost all hair one day.

We can build the blanket bunker at home and pretend that we took
fentanyl. Let’s take dad’s beer and pretend it’s fenty. I will bring it.
Have a sip.

Yeaa.. maan… How long have you been on the streets… Me? I am a
sex prostitute. I don’t eat, I nourish myself with the red light.

Wait, you’re not doing it right. You have to wrap yourself in a
blanket, let me show you, and then fold fold fold, yea, like that, until
your head turns violet and you forget the world outside.

Text by Zuzanna Bartoszek