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"Kensington Refrain" by Tom Busillo

  • Apr 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 5, 2025




Where comfort starts with a strap


you decorate your arm with a spike


and are complete, like an overflowing ditch.


You’d love to think like the singer claimed


we’re burning down the highway skyline


on the back of a hurricane,


but they don’t give you


naloxone for the pain.




Tom Busillo’s writing has appeared on McSweeney’s, PANK, and JAKE, among others, with additional work forthcoming in Calliope. When he's not writing, he likes playing acoustic guitar and attempting to sing Leonard Cohen and Magnetic Fields songs. He lives in Philadelphia, PA.

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