Kim Salac
Kim is currently an Aunspaugh Fellow with UVA's Department of Art. In their free time, they love watching Moonlight director commentaries or films in general, being a mediocre cook, and exploring fashion. As a queer artist of color, their work often reflects a desire to unpack the spaces we live in and the identities we hold close as a means to push for social justice. Their portfolio can be found at kimsalac.com
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“We” being my generation—specifically those of us currently in college. We have been getting constantly ragged on for being lazy and disorganized, and uncaring.
It was that burning sensation,
the one that grabs hold
at the base of your throat,
and you cough as if that will help.
You traded our Mother's nest for the rich spit
that watered your seeds, only to sprout Sam's lies:
We need YOU to believe in meritocracy
i’ve always found small towns an interesting concept. to have everyone know you throughout your life, see your best moments, and hardest tragedies.
I just bought a dining table for my apartment. It is two months into the school year and almost half a year since my lease started. Why the delay?
Cold white fingers close
Over mottled orange skin
A cry of victory escapes
And rings out over ash and oak
remember when you were too small to trick or treat
handing out candy corn by the door in defeat
you were pretty brave, mostly alright
except when a zombie jumped into the light
they found it funny to make a kid cry
turning happy halloweens into a lie
Like a quarter thrown into a fountain for good luck, the full moon shone bright against the fog-and-cloud marbled October sky.
I find cemeteries to be awkward places. I feel incredibly self-conscious in grocery stores, but a cemetery that living people are visiting is a thousand times worse, especially when you can’t find the grave you are looking for.