The Big One
Chase Wade
A day dream / sliced through by / the break up
It was strands of hair, her elbow slipping into mine, his arm, laden across the pile, it was us, laying our last day away in bed, giving everything to the distant hum of the tv, and each other, not thinking in the white of January, the year was wrapping its black shawl again
Until morning, when the first of us left, time going with them
Leaving the rest to the mouth of the chasm
In the state that never changed
It was not home, no
All that was visible was the crash approaching
We could no longer blame our tears on coming wounds, mistaken as bad weather
The future was closing in
All the while those of us left
Tried to prepare for what we could never know
In the ether
It was the big one
And it went on and on
It was strands of hair, her elbow slipping into mine, his arm, laden across the pile, it was us, laying our last day away in bed, giving everything to the distant hum of the tv, and each other, not thinking in the white of January, the year was wrapping its black shawl again
Until morning, when the first of us left, time going with them
Leaving the rest to the mouth of the chasm
In the state that never changed
It was not home, no
All that was visible was the crash approaching
We could no longer blame our tears on coming wounds, mistaken as bad weather
The future was closing in
All the while those of us left
Tried to prepare for what we could never know
In the ether
It was the big one
And it went on and on
Chase Wade (PZ '26) is a multidisciplinary artist from Detroit, Michigan. He is a fan of graffiti and the beach.