This piece captures the chaos and loose circuits that can run through a person’s life—the impulsive behavior, the noisy thoughts, and the disorienting feeling of being both seen and unseen at once.
Poem: Channel 10
By Remy Brisueno
We’ve been declared alive
They say they see me
That my heart and breath are not controlled by push of a button
In the hands of who I assume wants to keep me stuck in this narrative
That keeps up the illusion of what people say and the reason of what life is supposed to be
The longer I stay here, the more obvious the potholes in my memory become
Here I am told I’m sick
An excuse in my standards
Alive, however, the evidence sounds like a script
And feels like an unknown circuit is loose
I am a prop in my own life
Do you know what it’s like?
When I yell and scream, it feels simulated
Practical even
My volume has a mat
It’s restricted and put into numbers
Never felt it projected
The literacy of the pain in my words sounds muffled and disordered
My mouth tries to enunciate in the same way as putting on 3D glasses feels
It’s like I’m being dubbed over
Censoring the severity
