ALL THINGS PRESENT
ALL THINGS PRESENT | Experimental Film | 3 min
All Things Present by Mitchell Bradford
Weekend Brunch; Tom’s Restaurant; Brooklyn, New York –
an omelet and coffee
another omelet, another coffee.
We talk regret.
How I was never interested
in money or this government.
They left their brother alone on a bus
once. The past being back there somewhere
but here we are now
walking through the park
before it rains
and I remember every spot
I’ve ever been –
there was my birthday picnic
and over there I cried at midnight
and…well yeah I miss them.
Too long and the city becomes
a graveyard of your past
selves. I think
of water and of my hands,
both existing without me.
On the train home a couple
speaks without actually speaking.
Meaning without language
or the swell of time in silence
where every feeling is
present in the body,
where between each pulse
I shudder with the archive of myself.
Then, back home my lost history
Poetry by Mitchell Bradford III
Movement by Jueun Kang
Film by John Kim