The Day Is Impossible
by Sophie Appel

This train did not run me right
that’s true, it won’t be long

I’m so glad the fire
has a mind of its own

She likes black cats and
I like black cats too

Well I went to my bed basically
me in stitches

They follow the whistle
You look like winter people

What I’m doing is what’s
happening or something like that

The old one first
and the new one second

Sophie Appel b. 1996 in Los Angeles is a poet, curator, & archivist currently living in Berkeley, California. Appel is co-founder of Delaplane, a project space and art gallery in San Francisco & works as a historical map archivist.

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